the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
sometimes i wonder if you actually see me besides the parts i blatantly show
you look at my perfect smile my perfect grades and say, ❝she's fine, i'm positively sure.❞
but you do not see the night when i laid all alone as empty as a glass filled with air but as heavy as a bag of stones
you didn't see the day that i cried in the bathroom hot tears streaming down my face a sob suppressed in my throat when the letter on my paper wasn't as good as i hoped
you didn't see the day when they yelled at each other their voice raising higher and higher into the clouds it seemed
you didn't see the day i couldn't do it when my body refused to keep going my body as limp as soaked noodles when i screamed and yelled at this weak body cursing at its feebleness
you also didn't see the day i broke when i snapped in half like a stretched out rubber band the day i screamed and cried and said i wanted it all to stop that i wanted what i used to have
you don't see that, however, you see the girl with perfect grades a perfect life a perfect family a perfect smile
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