Everyone keeps telling me
I'm strong.
That I'll be okay.
That time heals.
That I need to move on.
And maybe they're right.
But I'm tired.
Tired of pretending
I'm handling this better
than I actually am.
Tired of acting normal.
Tired of carrying this pain
like it doesn't weigh anything.
Some days
I don't want to be strong.
I just want to admit
that losing you
broke me.
And I still don't know
how to put myself back together.