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The Kind of Pain I Can't Explain
I don't really know how to explain
what's going on inside me. It's not just
sadness, it's a heaviness I just can't shake.
Smiling feels forced.
Talking feels like a chore.
I keep saying "I'm fine" because
I don't know how to say
"I'm not okay."
Waking up feels exhausting.
Existing feels empty.
Some days, I wonder if anyond would notice if
I stopped pretending
if the mask I wear finally slipped and
showed the truth.
What hurts the most?
Not even knowing exactly where it hurts,
just that it always does.
The ache is constant,
quiet, and heavy. It lives in every breath.
every heartbeat, and every moment
I try to push it aside
