There are days
when I smile
like everything is fine,
and no one notices
that the smile
is just a poorly placed bandage
over something bleeding.
I talk, I answer, I keep going…
I do what’s expected of me,
as if being strong
was an obligation
and not a weight.
No one sees
the tiredness that never sleeps,
the sadness that never cries,
the words I keep inside
so I don’t make anyone uncomfortable.
Because yes…
I’m tired of being the one who handles everything,
the one who understands,
the one who is always there.
But…
who is there when I can’t be?
The world keeps moving,
like nothing happened,
while I learn
how to fall in silence.
And the saddest part isn’t falling…
it’s realizing
no one was watching.
@newgirldark