No one notices you…

because you seem fine.

You laugh, you talk, you walk among people,

but inside… something is quietly broken.

You don’t feel sad like before,

and you don’t feel happy either.

You just… exist.

As if you’re playing your role in life,

without actually being in it.

The hardest feeling isn’t pain,

it’s when your emotions disappear…

and no one realizes you’re no longer the same.

Maybe…

this is what real exhaustion feels like:

to be present,