Written by I don’t tell anyone when
I’m hurting anymore.
Not my family.
Not my friends.
Not even the people closest to me.
I’ve learned how to cry quietly, wipe
my own tears, and stand back up like
nothing’s wrong.
I laugh. I talk. I show up. I do everything. I’m supposed to do.
But inside, I’m tried in a way that
sleep can’t fix.
Because no matter how much I need
Someone, I don’t reach out anymore.
It feels easier to pretend, I’m okay than to explain a pain no one really
Understands.