how do i tell people
how much i needed comfort
when i'm used to bottling it up
and just letting it consume me?
i wanted to ask people
to listen to me
but how could i ever
when their discomfort is what i see?
i didn't want to hurt them
i didn't want watch them suffer
but each time i tell them i am okay
i soon regret it after
i didn't want them to leave
i didn't want to be a burden
so i'll keep the stinging sadness a secret
until i feel myself again
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
letters after dark | poetry book 3
Şiir[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
