No matter the caring is about
But feeling pushed away
forever
When the hug feels like they have to do it
not like they want to
crying because you need it
but knowing they don't really want to be there.
Missing people who have touched your heart and soul
because there's was too harsh to keep.
Hurting in your body every day, and never
figuring out how to keep it at bay.. because it will just come back, always.
Crying behind a door because all they see is weakness,
throwing away the tissues before anybody can see them so they don't ask what's wrong
because there's no way to explain the empty stabbing that only breeds foul air.
Just
Keep
Going
Don't speak reality.
People only believe what's behind their noses, because everything else isn't happening to them.
And patience.. virtuous or not.. is lost in the branches of a forest fire.
Does anybody hear me?
Really?
And would they be okay with sitting in silence
and patting the sobbing lump
that is me under a blanket?
Just to have me reach my withered hand toward theirs, hoping for the touch of another heart.
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