The violence of silence
I've been in pain for a long time. When people ask me how I'm doing, it's hard not to reach out and touch that place. The one that hurts. I have learned to lie really well. Most of the time anyway. I'm tired of lying. I hurt. OK. I don't want you to say, I'm sorry. I don't wanna say why. I just hurt. It's not going away anytime soon, so I've just accepted the fact that I hurt. I'm sure you've been there before. The long grinding feeling that lurks just so. Popping up like a highwayman when you least expect and when you most wished it wouldn't. Leaving you strapped and naked in the wild with no way to get to safety.
leaked by Mad Munkey @ 6:41 AM
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That's pretty much how life works. It doesn't seem fair, but no one promised us fair - only real. You learn to deal with it.
I never found pity from others pleasant. I take a moment now and then to have a private pity party. You know, wallow in it and then get on.
From others - a little understanding goes a long ways. Just realize that I can't do everything I once did. It ain't gonna happen.
Yeah, I've been there. Well, I am there...
I feel it. I really do, daily.
Walking with you, friend, even when we can't move.
Yah. It's like that.
Yeah! I am in pain everyday but no one could guess it, I hide it well, sometimes when someone asks, hey how are you? I want to sit them down and really tell them! They probably would never ask again. Gotta stand firm! Leeny
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