When I had found out.
That you were in a coma.
After overdosing.
On pills.
Trying to commit suicide.
I was broken.
Sad.
I wouldn't stop crying.
And I still don't.
I thought it was my fault.
And I still do.
I thought that maybe.
Just maybe.
If I told you.
That you were loved.
Then you wouldn't.
Have done it.
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The Quiet One✔️
Kısa Hikaye"I'd be crying out of sadness and depression right now, but I can't because I have no tears left"
