All The Things I Never Said

by Mae Krell

I fell for a boy who seemed to love himself more than he loved anyone else but really he felt like he was the worst so he acted as if he was the best

Did you ever wonder why in animals hip bones collar bones and rib cages being visible are thought of as sickly ugly and sometimes even abusive yet, in humans that is what we call beautiful

I am drowning In my own sea of sadness and I could save myself If I just stood up

There are good days, and bad days. Today was not a good day, but honestly, today was not a bad day either. Today was a day. Simply a day, nothing more and nothing less. Maybe tomorrow will be a good day, or maybe it will be a bad day, who knows, and frankly, who cares? Today is today, so why would I spend my time worrying about tomorrow. If anything, I should worry about today. I can worry about tomorrow when it comes. Today is not a good day. And today is not a bad day. Today is a day. And I am completely okay with that.

and it intrigues me that there are actually people who are able to jump out of bed every morning all happy and smiling ready to face their day most of the time I go to war with my mind over if I should get up or not

I want to spend my life mapping out every single island and river on the globe that is you

I can write down everything and have it make perfect sense but when I try to speak my stomach ties knots and my throat clogs up and my vocal chords decide to not work in that moment "um" "I don't know" are the best explanations I can give