I’m broken

I'm broken, but I don't have the right words to even begin to explain it, so I don't bother trying.

I stay silent, hoping that you'll notice how much I'm hurting and how March pain I'm in and save me.

But you don't.

I put on my mask thinking you'll see right through me, but you never do.

I'm hoping that one day you will. Hoping that one day you'll understand what I truly mean when I tell you "I'm fine."

Untill then I'll keep being broken.

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