Any time I'm sad I'll never show it.
Not until I'm alone in my room.
I'll muffle my cries.
I want someone to reach out to but I don't even attempt to text someone for comfort.
And you know what?
My mum in the room next to me won't hear a thing, or at least that's what I believe because she's never asked questions or confronted me.
Actually my friends hardly text to check up on me or notice I'm sad.
Not a single person noticed if I am they'll only assume something's wrong when I don't say a word.
Give
Me
A
Bloody
Break
Sometimes I just don't feel like talking is that so bad?
Am I not allowed to be quite or think for once?
And furthermore, I don't open up to anyone, not fully at least.
There are sides of me people don't know about
not
even
my
parents
Yet, I can't talk to anyone because I don't want a one sided thing. If I can reach out to you when I think you're sad or dealing with something no matter how small why can't you do the same?
It's not a one way street
Don't you understand ?
It's so simple
Please care about me like I care about you
Please
Please
I'm desperate for a shoulder to lean and cry on and yet I stopped trying a long time ago
And the temptation to try and reach out hits really hard sometimes but I resist. I guess sometimes I'm just stronger on my own because that's the way it's always been.
Written: 20/06/19
Finished: 11:00 am
Not edited
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