In that moment I felt
complete
safe
enough.
No one was watching me,
no one was judging me.
It was freeing,
that one moment.
I didn't care.
And no one cared about me.
But then I realized
no one cared.
It hit me hard,
the fact.
If I disappeared...
n o o n e w o u l d c a r e .
I couldn't scream for help,
or cry
or shout.
Because n o t h i n g w o u l d h a p p e n . . .
It was a hard thing to do--
come back to reality.
Coming back meant
people caring...
Me caring about them caring.
I cared what they would say
about how I
dressed
walked
laughed.
People watching my every move.
But I realized...
they would care if I screamed.
They would help if I shouted.
They would comfort me if I cried.
And that was the only part
that mattered.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓. ── poetry | ✎
Poezie❝Even when we're gone, we'll be in each other's hearts. From what I know, we were always there... there from the start.❞ New beginnings, sad endings, happy endings, sad beginnings. If you're looking for a journey, begin from the start. © nnightdday...
