The asked me what happened?
What is wrong?
Why the silence?
I just sit there
Staring into nothingness
Wondering how to tell them
How I don't want to continue
How the space in my chest grows everyday
How hard it seems to even breathe
How I can't handle it on my own
How I wished someone would shoulder me
How desperate I have become
How I wish it would end
How it has stolen everything from me
How I can't remember the last time I genuinely smiled
How heavy it feels
I can't
So I just sit there
With a feigned calm and smile
And a lie that has been told many times
That it feels as easy as breathing
"Nothing. I'm fine."
Because who has the time to listen to all my hows
Not even me...