Sometimes, small things make you want to scream. You know it's small. You know it's petty. They don't mean anything. They don't think you care.
It hurts nonetheless.
Because they don't bother to ask.They don't even stop to think. It makes you feel invisible. Makes you feel like your feelings don't matter. Like you don't matter.
So you bleed quietly. Alone.
Tomorrow you smile again. Like before. Like you never bleed in the first place.
But today... I bleed. Quietly. Alone.
