Words Never Said

Holding On

It's hard to think that there are happy people in this world.

They smile, laugh, and cheer. Being drunk on life itself. Thinking nothing in the world could possibly be so miserable.

All while I sit here, alone in my bed, staring into the darkness, and holding back tears. Holding back sobs and cries so the people outside of my door won't hear me.

They wouldn't understand.

They are living their life.

I am barely holding on.