This one is going to hurt…

Some things are easier to say in the dark.

It’s where I do all my thinking.

My best thinking.

Some things are easier wrote than said.

How is it that I can write about it all…

But when asked, I can’t say it?

Why can’t I tell anyone straight?

Some are easier to show than say.

Some things are easier to smile at.

No.

I’m not okay.

Thanks for asking.

No.

I’m not happy.

Blades are too close.

Whispers are too loud.

Thanks for asking, really.

It hurts me that I can’t tell you.

I’m trying, I’m trying to be okay.

I’m trying to find a way to tell you.

I know it’s hurting you, I do…

But I don’t know how to stop it.

I don’t know how to open up.

And I’m sorry that I don’t.

I’m still your girl.

Your wacky, twisted,

horrible-humored girl.

I just don’t know how to tell you.

I just don’t know how to slow it down.

Mood swings, the voices, my past…

But one thing will stay the same;

I still love you.

Always.