build up

Day after day, they pile up, waiting to be addressed, acknowledged, tended to. These hurts. Then I get to the point of utter exhaustion, unable to escape from their clutches. Crying alone sucks. Having to cry sucks. Crying around others would suck more. At least for me. Must have it together because the world wants you to make sense of your life and do what's right. All I want is to be really heard and instead I'm met with all kinds of resistance or voiceovers. What about my voice? I don't matter. I don't really matter except when I'm doing right or being nice. When I'm anything else, then I'm just better off alone.

Every single day, I wonder what to do with the pain. And every day, I have to distract myself with life. 

It never goes away.

There are no answers.