I feel them building.
Wanting to escape.
As this feeling in my chest slowly crushes me throughout the day.
But, still, I hold it back. Embracing the pressure.
I try to be kind, but my words snap.
I’m close to breaking.
I want to be alone for it.
Don’t you understand?
I do not want my pain to be yours.
I do not want to be weak.
I don’t want to explain.
I don’t want to comfort you through my pain.
It’s not your fault, you can’t fix it.
I am just sad.
I need to cry.