It’s this heavy, hollow ache right in the center of my chest—a feeling I can’t quite name, but I feel it every time I breathe. It’s like my heart has been replaced by something jagged and cold. I look in the mirror and I see someone who looks 'fine,' but inside, I feel like a shattered glass window, held together by nothing but habit. The betrayal isn't just a thought; it's a physical weight. It’s that weird, tight pressure in my ribs that tells me I’m not safe, that the people I loved aren't coming back. It’s a quiet kind of suffering that nobody sees. I’m walking around carrying this brokenness, wondering how everyone else can just keep moving when my whole world has gone silent. It’s a deep, thumping loneliness that makes me feel like I’m disappearing from the inside out.
