Things I Don't Say

I’m still mad at myself for the

Things I don’t say.

When my brain needs an escape

But there’s no other way

Than keeping it in until I

Break like my heart the day

I almost died.

My stomach hurts but I’m still

Going to write a poem because

Without it I can’t talk.

I’ll joke until the end but I don’t know

How to say I can’t feel anything and I

Haven’t felt anything in months.

I’ll ignore my medicines because

They won’t work and 

I’ll ignore my friends because

They can’t help and

I’ll ignore my problems because

I can’t talk.

So my stomach hurts and

I can’t talk.

Nothing’s new.