Her Notes, His Replies, Their Tree

her notes

i cannot bear to see pain in people's eyes.
pain is such a fatal thing, to me.
because i am used to feeling it when it's just me,
but i don't want to see it.

do i look like that?
hopeless and dead?
i don't want to look like that,
i don't want to be like that, so unfair.

everything is just so unfair.
we all hide behind bigger stares.
we all hid behind our fears.
and we like pretending that they're not there.

i cannot be me,
but i wish i could.
everything i wished to do,
i wish i would.
i wish...

that i wouldn't hide behind my wishes,
as if i plan to make them happen.