you said to me,
"how does it feel?
to be the only one
who's hoping,
who's loving,
who's hurting?
i pity you,
you know?
you're too sad
for words
to explain."
and i couldn't
even give you
an answer.
the truth just
made me mute.
YOU ARE READING
construing sentences
Teen Fictionthings can't always be bottled up. [lowercase intended // may contain second person point of view // trigger warning]
