What I Never Said 
 
I'm scared of the dark, 
the monsters and thoughts that attack me 
in the dead of night. 
 
I'm scared of being left behind 
to deal with the loud silence 
and the lump in my chest. 
 
I'm scared of being hated and shunned, 
alone in my room 
with only my  
self-loathing and tears 
for company. 
 
I'm scared of being misunderstood, 
pretending not to hear the whispers  
behind my back 
by the world 
and those I love most, 
their haunting voices  
crawling down my spine. 
 
Most of all,  
I'm scared of loving 
only to be 
betrayed again and again, 
left to pick up the pieces of my  
broken heart. 
 
But you didn't do any of those things, 
and that is why I am afraid.