I smile and laugh and yet, behind this mask, I drown in tears.
All these years I’ve said nothing, never once asked for help.
Always putting my problems aside to help you.
Always asking if you’re okay.
Always sacrificing myself for your well being; for your happiness.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad at you. On the contrary, I’m happy you’re okay.
I thrive on your happiness.
I keep my problems and sadness to myself so you won’t have to see them. It would only make you upset, and that’s the last thing I want.
But I can’t live like this anymore.
I feel like I’m suffocating and yet I’m breathing fine.
I care for you; I love you. But you never ask me how I’m really doing. Never have you taken interest in my problems.
Maybe you’re not the only one who’s hurting.
Maybe you’re not the only one who needs saving.
So please, I beg of you, show me you care.