Words I can’t say

I can’t talk lest I cry, I can’t smile or I lie, but I posted this so you know I’m still here.

My Secret, Your Voice

Sometimes you see a PostSecret that sounds like it came from your very lips, though it was submitted by a complete stranger. There is comfort in knowing you are not alone.

Thank you to whoever sent in the following secret, because even if I am incapable of forgetting or forgiving the hurt, someone out there is just as stuck and it makes me feel less powerless.

Fuck the part of me that holds on

If I sent a PostSecret…

When my parents ask about him, they never fail to remind me how easygoing and happy I was with him. I make up complicated excuses about bad timing, long distance, anything…because it’s so much easier than speaking the simple truth out loud, and I never want them to think less of him for it. He just didn’t want me enough.

[Don't attach this to the last post. I'm not some heartbroken drama queen; let's just say, my brain won't shut up and I'm hoping that letting it loose anonymously on the internet - whether or not someone reads it - will take a weight off. I guess it's obvious I'm still breathing, at least.]

A secret from PostSecret (not mine but may as well be)