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There are things we don't say, words that sit behind our teeth bashing and chilling away at them till our mouths fill with blood We smile instead of saying them We nod until our necks bend and break We tell everyone else that they'll be okay We become experts at holding pieces together, fixing everyone else, patching their wounds even while our own hands shake. Because somehow, their sadness feels easier to carry than our own, like being shot at hurts less when you know you're saving someone you love So we answer every call, agree with every request, bend until we're almost breaking, afraid that saying no might make us less lovable Afraid that needing help might make us a burden. And when the nights grow heavy, when our thoughts become rooms we don't want to sit alone in, we tell ourselves to stay quiet. Someone else has it worse Someone else needs us more Someone else deserves the space we take up So we hide our storms behind practiced laughter, like nobody notices pretending strength means silence, pretending survival means carrying everything alone But the things that we don't say they deserve to be spoken That being tired is not weakness. That hurting is not failure. That asking for help does not make a person difficult to love. honestly it might be the bravest thing, maybe to be loved, it's about not holding everyone together maybe it's admitting that we are falling apart too Maybe it's finally speaking the things we don't say.
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5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC
Things we don't say
There are things we don't say, words that sit behind our teeth bashing and chilling away at them till our mouths fill with blood We smile instead of saying them We nod until our necks bend and break We tell everyone else that they'll be okay We become experts at holding pieces together, fixing everyone else, patching their wounds even while our own hands shake. Because somehow, their sadness feels easier to carry than our own, like being shot at hurts less when you know you're saving someone you love So we answer every call, agree with every request, bend until we're almost breaking, afraid that saying no might make us less lovable Afraid that needing help might make us a burden. And when the nights grow heavy, when our thoughts become rooms we don't want to sit alone in, we tell ourselves to stay quiet. Someone else has it worse Someone else needs us more Someone else deserves the space we take up So we hide our storms behind practiced laughter, like nobody notices pretending strength means silence, pretending survival means carrying everything alone But the things that we don't say they deserve to be spoken That being tired is not weakness. That hurting is not failure. That asking for help does not make a person difficult to love. honestly it might be the bravest thing, maybe to be loved, it's about not holding everyone together maybe it's admitting that we are falling apart too Maybe it's finally speaking the things we don't say.
i keep jumping between simple poems and like my weird long ones but it's ok i can't make up my mind on how i wanna write
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fernie
16/F
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC
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