the quiet is deffing in my mind. I feel nothing as I stare around me at all the people I see people I see having daily conversations that I can't figure out. I fake interest as even the simplest of joys feel monotonous. I suffer in silence for months as others need me to be their armor. little do they know the chinks in the armor are like death by a 1000 cuts. a slow mediatorial death that will never come. But for now I will put on my mask of smiles so no one struggles. no one needs to feel the pain I feel. because all I feel is that I hurt them.