An outsider’s perspective.

by thefearoffallin

It’s something that never really goes away.

A pain that makes you acutely aware that you are alive, that makes you grateful for the music that blocks your thoughts and pills that lull you into sleep.

It’s a pain that makes you tired and afraid.

A pain that you externalise with a sigh of resignation, that lurks behind the smile in your eyes, and disguises itself as nervousness in your laughter.

Some nights, she curls herself into a ball, hoping to shrink into non-existence. Maybe if she holds herself close enough, she will be all she needs.