Special Type of Mess

A Thanks for everyone.

I am really grateful to the people who try to reach out to me with simple questions like “Are you okay?”, “Did something happen?”. Yes. Please don’t stop. Don’t leave me alone.

Even if I brush you guys away, thank you for still trying.

Even if I look like I don’t appreciate your efforts, I do.

I joke around and try to make the people around me laugh because I don’t want them to feel what I’m feeling.

I may look all happy and cheerful most of the time, but I’m not. 

I am a special type of mess.

Thank you for tending to my everlasting wounds, guys.

Author's Note

I'm sorry and thank you.