Yk the most disturbing thing is... You spend the entire day fighting a battle no one can see. You keep yourself busy. You laugh when you're supposed to laugh. You act strong. You tell yourself you're okay. You push every painful thought into a corner of your mind and pretend it doesn't exist. And somehow, you survive the day. But then midnight arrives.
Everyone is asleep. The world goes silent. And that's when everything you've been running from finally catches up to you. The memories start playing one by one. The "what ifs" become louder. The questions you never got answers to start echoing in your head. Your chest feels heavy, your throat tight, and suddenly breathing feels harder than it should. You stare at the ceiling, exhausted beyond words, yet sleep refuses to come. The tears you held back all day find their way into your pillow. Sometimes things get so unbelievably hard that you don't wish for happiness anymore. You don't wish for miracles. You just wish your mind would be quiet for a while. Because the hardest part isn't being alone at night... It's carrying so much pain in your heart while pretending all day that you're perfectly fine.
Everyone is asleep. The world goes silent. And that's when everything you've been running from finally catches up to you. The memories start playing one by one. The "what ifs" become louder. The questions you never got answers to start echoing in your head. Your chest feels heavy, your throat tight, and suddenly breathing feels harder than it should. You stare at the ceiling, exhausted beyond words, yet sleep refuses to come. The tears you held back all day find their way into your pillow. Sometimes things get so unbelievably hard that you don't wish for happiness anymore. You don't wish for miracles. You just wish your mind would be quiet for a while. Because the hardest part isn't being alone at night... It's carrying so much pain in your heart while pretending all day that you're perfectly fine.
