I hate the feeling of not wanting anyone to know how much I’m struggling.
But at the same time, I wish someone would notice without me having to say it.
To be honest, I’m not okay.
I feel like I’m dying inside. My heart literally hurts.
No one knows how many times I’ve sat alone and cried.
How many times I’ve wanted to scream.
No one knows.
What if I’m not healing? What if I’m just learning how to carry pain so quietly that even I forget how heavy it’s become?
Why does overthinking have to be so unbearable?
