I read this once…
“the funny thing is, nobody ever really knows how much anybody is hurting. we could be standing next to someone who is completely broken and never know it.”
I didn’t realize how relevant it was to my life until I broke.
The hard part about being broke inside is that no one knows the extent of ones damage.
I could tell you all how much I hurt but there is nothing to show for it.
There is no blood.
There is no cut.
There is no scar.
There is no scab.
Just me.
No medicine to ease the pain. Although an occasional blunt to lessen the blow, but still that doesn’t really even work. I can’t go to the doctor and have him piece together all the parts that have shattered.
But, what sucks the most is wondering if it will ever get it better or if I’ll just be stuck like this forever.
