It feels like there's a hole in my chest.
Right where my heart should be.
I didn't do anything to that hole. It was right there, for everyone to see. Nobody really did anything. It just got bigger. Until I had notice.
One day, I looked down and saw the hole. I didn't know what to do about it. So, to make sure nobody else saw it, I put a band-aid on it.
But a band-aid doesn't fix a hole. It's still there, underneath the bandage. There is still a hole in my chest, but nobody sees it.
I'm not quite sure how to fill that hole. Something's missing, and I don't know what it is. But that kind of hole cuts deeper than a blade, and it leaves scars. Big, ugly scars that show people what you were, what you did, how sick you are. The scars that I try to cover up with a bandage.
But that doesn't fix anything.
Cause there's still a hole in my chest.
Right where my heart should be.
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The Things I Never Told You
Non-FictionA collection of pieces taken from my reflection of my life. These are the things I wouldn't dare to say to the people I know. These are the things I'm too scared to tell anyone about. These are the things I'm hiding from everyone. These are my secre...
