Nobody knows about the little secret wish
you made upon a shooting star.
Nobody talks about the memory loss.
It’s all sadness and isolation—that’s not the reality.
It’s not like that. It’s not like it’s seen in the movies.
It’s worse. It’s angrier.
It’s like every time you think you’re better and it’s gone,
it comes back again.
Nobody talks about the memory loss caused by your brain
in order to protect you from past trauma,
bad memories, and the terrible, terrible lies.
Nobody talks about how much the scars burn
when you try to shower.
When they are cuts, it’s worse,
but nobody understands.
Nobody talks about the addiction,
and how good it feels to relapse—
to finally pick up that blade or that lighter,
or turn the shower all the way up to feel the burn,
and to finally feel something.
Nobody talks about it until it causes a death in their lives
and they finally learn about it:
the ***** little secret that you kept for many years
so you don’t look like an attention seeker.
Nobody notices your scars, your tears,
or any of your cries for help,
and your wish to finally end it all.
Nobody notices the small signs of your ***** little secrets
until you are finally gone,
and you finally got your wish.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 5:42 PM UTC
Nobody knows about the little secret wish
you made upon a shooting star.
Nobody talks about the memory loss.
It’s all sadness and isolation—that’s not the reality.
It’s not like that. It’s not like it’s seen in the movies.
It’s worse. It’s angrier.
It’s like every time you think you’re better and it’s gone,
it comes back again.
Nobody talks about the memory loss caused by your brain
in order to protect you from past trauma,
bad memories, and the terrible, terrible lies.
Nobody talks about how much the scars burn
when you try to shower.
When they are cuts, it’s worse,
but nobody understands.
Nobody talks about the addiction,
and how good it feels to relapse—
to finally pick up that blade or that lighter,
or turn the shower all the way up to feel the burn,
and to finally feel something.
Nobody talks about it until it causes a death in their lives
and they finally learn about it:
the ***** little secret that you kept for many years
so you don’t look like an attention seeker.
Nobody notices your scars, your tears,
or any of your cries for help,
and your wish to finally end it all.
Nobody notices the small signs of your ***** little secrets
until you are finally gone,
and you finally got your wish.
