The Day No One Asked
I wish someone had asked, "Are you okay?" Because I would’ve told them— about the pain I bottle, tucked beneath polite nods and hollow laughter.
I’d have said how the guilt sleeps in the back of my closet, folded beneath shirts I never wear— wrinkled, heavy, unforgiven.
I’d have spoken of the broken pieces, stuffed in the cracks no one notices. How sadness clings to me like a ghost— not loud, just ever-present.
But no one asked. So everything stayed hidden, where only those who look past the mask, the silence, the “I’m fine” might find what I never said.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Category: Sad
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Gosh, I really enjoyed this read! Really well done.
A world that moves too fast to care where social distance is growing by the minute and one is more concerned with the functioning of one's cell phone than another person. Good write that is sad. Hope you are doing okay.
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