I am just here
Scrolling through all my friend’s poems
They don’t know
No one knows
Except one

I scroll through the poems
I feel the pain
See the pain
They ALL go through
Maybe not all
But some

I badly want to help her
Yet
I know I shouldn’t probe so much
I want to leave her alone
Yet
I am afraid she can’t handle all these
Overwhelming emotions
By herself

But what can I do?
Sit here and watch?
Try to understand her better?

But…
She is just so good at covering up her emotions
He told us before we are acting all the time
And I finally understand what he means…

No one will ever replace this person
He was the one that made me swing from
Hating lit
To liking lit
To kind of loving it.