I know you said you're fine.
I know you smiled when they asked.
I know you changed the subject
because explaining hurts more than staying quiet.
I know you check on everyone,
even on the days you can barely hold yourself.
you know when someone asks what’s going on and you genuinely don’t know how to answer? It’s not one thing. It’s a hundred little things, all tangled together, and you don’t even know which one you’re supposed to explain first.