Home : " Our child is just doing fine."
Phone : Ask me how many times they picked it up hoping someone cared enough to text first.
Pillow : Ask me how many nights I absorbed tears no one was supposed to see.
Diary : Ask me how many words they wrote because they had nobody they could tell.
Eyes : Ask me how often they smiled while secretly begging not to break.
Mirror : Ask me how many times they stared at themselves and still felt invisible.
Music : Ask me how many songs they used to survive the feelings they couldn't explain.
Silence : Ask me how loud their thoughts become when everyone else falls asleep.
Heart : Ask me how many people left and how many memories refused to.
Darkness : Ask me why it became the only place where they no longer had to pretend.
Soul : Ask me how exhausted they are from carrying pain they never speak about.
Sleepless Nights : Ask me how many hours they spent staring at the ceiling, trying to outrun their thoughts.
Unsent messages : Ask me how many times they typed everything they felt and deleted it because nobody would understand.
Tears : Ask me how many times they cried quietly so no one would ask questions.
Memories : Ask me why they still hurt over things everyone else has forgotten.
Phone : Ask me how many times they picked it up hoping someone cared enough to text first.
Pillow : Ask me how many nights I absorbed tears no one was supposed to see.
Diary : Ask me how many words they wrote because they had nobody they could tell.
Eyes : Ask me how often they smiled while secretly begging not to break.
Mirror : Ask me how many times they stared at themselves and still felt invisible.
Music : Ask me how many songs they used to survive the feelings they couldn't explain.
Silence : Ask me how loud their thoughts become when everyone else falls asleep.
Heart : Ask me how many people left and how many memories refused to.
Darkness : Ask me why it became the only place where they no longer had to pretend.
Soul : Ask me how exhausted they are from carrying pain they never speak about.
Sleepless Nights : Ask me how many hours they spent staring at the ceiling, trying to outrun their thoughts.
Unsent messages : Ask me how many times they typed everything they felt and deleted it because nobody would understand.
Tears : Ask me how many times they cried quietly so no one would ask questions.
Memories : Ask me why they still hurt over things everyone else has forgotten.
