The Things I Didn’t Say

I spend a lot of time sleeping because it’s better than looking into your face or looking at myself and seeing disappointment. I feel confused and alone. You never listen to me. I understand what you’re going through, more than you know. Those times where I hurt myself weren’t all accidents. I feel like a mansion infested with termites. I know you’re angry. I can’t … Continue reading The Things I Didn’t Say