Looking at you.
You.
Just laughing along with friends.
Me.
Just trying to repair my broken heart.
You.
Doesn't notice what's happening.
Me.
Breathe hitches every time my rib crushing down on my lungs.
You.
Still having fun with your friends, holding my hand close to your side.
Me.
Feeling like breaking into dust.
You.
Saying that you love me.
Me.
Trying to say that I love you without a voice crack.
You.
Finally noticed.
Me.
Falls to the ground from all the pressure I hold.
You.
Doesn't know what to due.
Me.
Wishing to end my suffers.
You.
Asking me if I want to talk.
Me.
.
.
Why didn't you noticed?...
Why do you even love me if you push me away.
You.
Doesn't say anything.
Me.
I can't.
I can't feel.
I'm just broken.
Numb.
I can't feel you caring.
Why do I talk to you?
YOU ARE READING
The Selfless Me
Non-FictionSometimes, I just want to write out my feelings, y'know. It's okay to write what's going on in your head. It's okay to open a clean page and just write all the things you've held onto. It's okay to let loss on a piece of paper with a pen/pencil at...
