There are people around me.
They talk to me.
They ask me how I am.
They make jokes.
They try.
And I smile back.
I answer.
I pretend.
But inside…
I still feel alone.
Because loneliness
isn't about being by yourself.
It's about missing someone
in a room full of people.
It's hearing everyone else talk
while your mind is somewhere else.
Somewhere with you.
I can sit in the middle
of a crowded place
and still feel empty
because the one person
I want there…
isn't.
And nobody notices.
Because heartbreak
is invisible like that.
You carry it quietly.
You carry it in your chest,
in your silence,
in the way you stop saying
what you really feel.