Don’t Tell Them.

They don’t want to know what you do to subside the anger

The methods you employ to heal your brokenness

Self medicate your mental illness

You’re just another lonely girl, doesn’t mean you’re harmless

This emptiness, this void

These overpowering emotions you tried your best to avoid

They continue to grow, to manifest

To disrupt your peaceful night’s rest

They will never know your alternative remedy for loneliness

Your coping mechanisms for this sense of loss,

This sense of absence

They may ask but, they don’t really want to know

So don’t tell them.

Love,
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