They don't know how many messages I write and never send. Whole paragraphs spilling everything I never say out loud. I type, delete, rewrite, trying to sound fine, trying not to sound desperate. I tell myself it's better to stay silent than to bother someone with my thoughts. But sometimes, I just want to be heard. I want to hit "send" and not regret it. Still, I always end up saving it in drafts or erasing it completely. So I carry the words instead, heavy and unsent, like ghosts of conversations that never happened. No one knows how much I almost say.