INVISIBLE THINGS
Pain is invisible. It doesn\'t bruise, doesn’t bleed, but lingers like smoke in a room no one notices is burning.
I tried to heal you— never realizing you gifted me the wound.
Guilt is invisible. I can\'t show it to anyone, but I feel it the weight, the sick feeling in my stomach.
And somehow, I carry the pain you gave me, but yet I feel guilty for leaving.