Most of the time I hide so much
I push and push it down
Cover it up with busy-ness and a smile
I try to convince myself that I’m not sick
That most days I fight to live
I find myself alone.
I don’t easily let others in…they won’t understand
Because this will affect them.
I don’t want platitudes
And I don’t want anyone else to feel this pain.
I am worn
I am scared
And right now I am broken….
Completely and perfectly broken.