My Words



It’s not something you just know, or feel automatically.

You don’t know its there till you’re calling a friend at 3 in the morning, on the verge of tears.

She asks you what’s wrong, sensing something the moment you say hello.

It’s nothing you say, hoping the louder and more confidently you say it, the less real it will become.

How do you explain to someone that school’s great, family’s great, hell life’s pretty dang great, but something else, small but present is building within you.


You refuse to say it because voicing it, saying it out loud might make it that much realer.

But what if voicing it saves you.

What if explaining the broken pieces within you brings them back together again.

So, after the third nudge from your friend you realize it’s time.

Time to save you.

With a voice just barely above a whisper, you sigh and mumble,

“Let me explain.”

You Might Also Like


  • Reply
    Zayda Cortez
    September 5, 2017 at 10:03 am

    This is such a beautiful post. It can be interpreted in so many ways and I think we’ve all felt this way for whatever variant reason. You’re amazing, Thelms

    • Reply
      September 11, 2017 at 6:13 pm

      Absolutely! I’m so glad you loved the post and felt it relative to you xx.

    Leave a Comment!