I hate how people stop you from crying by telling you jokes and nice things to make you laugh
and smile and making you think that you are fine, when all you needed was someone to hold
your hand and squeeze it and maybe open a tiny space in their heart, just listen.

I hate trying to convince myself that I’m okay and I’m fine and I don’t care how other people
judge me because I care. I really care.

“Did I stand to fall?”
I’ve tried so hard to be everything.
Only to find my fears live.
Did I stay strong?
Just to be weakened
By things making me long?

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