I don’t really know if you’re healed… because broken things never mend entirely. But if you’re holding back tears, just know I’ve been there too.
I don’t really know if you’re lying… because we rarely talk now.
And it’s not like I’m complaining, but yes, I’m sad.
And maybe glad. In the many ways you try to steer things off, at least you’ve managed to go on living.
I don’t really know, too, if you’re okay…
You’re probably not.
But if you do think I don’t understand the pain, just remember… I held my shattered pieces whilst mending yours too.
– Untitled. (Because someone got drunk)