There's so much inside me
and nowhere to put it.
I want to tell someone
how much this hurts.
How some days I'm okay
and other days
I can barely get through them.
But every time someone asks,
"What's wrong?"
I say,
"Nothing."
Because how do you explain
a heartbreak that still lives inside you
even after all this time?
How do you explain
that you miss someone
you shouldn't miss anymore?
People get tired
of hearing about sadness.
So I keep it to myself.
I carry it quietly.
Like a secret.
Like a wound
that nobody can see.
And honestly…
I don't know who to talk to anymore.
Because the person
I used to tell everything to…
was you.