No one tells you how loud the silence gets when you're all you've got.
Not the motivational kind of alone, the kind where you scream into pillows because if anyone hears, they will think you're weak.

You wake up every day pretending like you are fine, pretending like the weight on your chest is not crushing you slowly.
You laugh with people who would not notice if you disappeared.
You give love you never get back.
You offer help you wish someone would offer you.

Some nights, it feels like you're drowning in slow motion but you still smile in the morning, because you have mastered the art of hiding pain behind "I'm just tired."

the scariest part is…
No one is coming to save you.
No rescue. 
No relief. 
Just you, dragging yourself through it because the world keeps moving even when you are breaking.

Out of all the words in the world, you choose to speak facts