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I didn't stop talking because

I had nothing to say...

I stopped because no one

was really listening.

At first, I tried.

I explained how I felt,

what hurt me,

what I needed.

But it always ended the same-

misunderstood... ignored... or dismissed.

So little by little,

I started keeping things to myself.

Not because I healed -

but because I got tired of feeling like

my feelings didn't matter.

Now I just sit in silence.

Even when my chest feels heavy.

Even when my mind won't stop racing.

I still feel everything...

I just don't show it anymore.

 And maybe that's the saddest part-

not that I'm okay...

but that no one notices I'm not