Just because:

I smile does not mean I am happy

I talk to you does not mean I want to

And my dear, when I cry, I have given up telling you.

Too often.

Every word, every SMS, ever email that you send to me, means the world to me.

They make me smile. Genuine smiles.

But they have stopped.

Nothing encouraging. Nothing to remind me of what I have left behind.

I stay up late to talk to you.

I wake early to start my day.

I walk in a daze.

A friend said that I looked tired.

I could only smile weakly.

But I am so tired.

I am so tired of pretending.

I am so tired of sacrificing.

I am so tired of giving in.

To everyone.

But this is me.

And sometimes, I do not need solutions.

I just need someone to rant to.

I just need someone to listen to me.

My dear, where were you?