Molly Sunshine

Words Better Left Unsaid

Hey, Mom? I've always kept secrets from you, but they were always small, little, unimportant secrets. Like if I had flossed that night, or that 'no, it was not me who stole the last brownie, it had just magically disappeared.' All things that would be forgotten the next day, or even in the next hour. As I grew older, my secrets grew with me. I went from crying every night from fear of what lies in the dark, to crying miles away in the dead of night, bleeding with no way home.