You think no one sees you.
But you have cried.
The soul crushing crying session,
that rips into your stomach
and makes its way up to your chest,
making it hard to breath
in between the sobs.
In the shower,
in your bed,
in your car,
You think no one sees you,
but we know.
I know.
For I have done the same.
YOU ARE READING
Things I swallowed and wrote instead
PoetryMy name is Simone and I have been in a serious love/hate relationship with my job for the last five years. I am a photographer in a private photo studio onboard a cruise ship, a job that has turned me into somewhat of a cynic after everything I have...
