I'm healing, just slowly.

Nobody talks about how lonely growing up is.

Some wounds don't show.

Sad songs and late nights.

Tired of pretending I'm fine.

not sad, just a little quiet lately

My heart is still catching up.

I miss the person I thought you were.

sad but make it aesthetic

We had something, didn't we?

The worst distance is the emotional kind.

quiet nights, loud thoughts

I'm still learning to let go.

The hardest part is acting like it doesn't hurt.

My heart is still catching up.

Missing the old us.