i told people. i told a lot of people.
and, they told me that this would pass.
that i was complaining.
i shut up.
i hid it in journals.
i became reclusive.
you never say anything anymore.
tell me what’s going on…
because, all i got was,
dramatic. you’re just trying to weird. that’s just you being shy.
now it’s too late, isn’t it?
you should’ve all listened.
i was struggling. i was hurting. i was confused.
no one cared then.
i don’t need your sympathy now.