Staying for the Stillness

No matter how much you think you know me, there will always be parts of my story

that are for me and me only. That’s kind of the point. You never know everything,

even when you think you might. You never know the silent battles people are fighting.

Even the people you think you’re the closest to. You’ll never walk in my shoes,

and I will never walk in yours. I feel sad all the time. I’m not the person

I was. I lost most of me. And all the good stuff... all the happiness,

the joy in it. I feel like I’m nothing. People think that I’m sort of okay,

you know, like I’m getting on with it. They think this is just a lapse.