“I Died While They Laughed”
I died in a room full of people who smiled,
They joked while my thoughts ran bitter and wild.
I laughed just enough to avoid the concern,
But inside, I burned… and I never returned.
They said I was strong—“the one who survives,”
But never once asked what was left of my life.
They praised me for walking through fire alone,
Yet none of them noticed I’d turned into stone.
I gave out advice I could barely believe,
Wiped others’ tears while I couldn’t breathe.
They leaned on my shoulders, as if they were steel—
But God knows the cracks I kept trying to seal.
No one saw the nights I curled up and cried,
The “I’m okay” texts sent right after I lied.
The mirror reflected a ghost in my skin—
A version of me I had buried within.
They loved who I was when I gave and I gave,
But vanished the moment I needed to save.
My heart was a shelter, my soul was a shield—
But no one stood guard when I couldn’t heal.
So I stitched up my silence and made it look pretty,
Kept breaking alone in a loud, crowded city.
And if I go missing, just know this is true:
I was gone long before I stopped speaking to you.
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