You don't understand.
You don't understand what I go through.
What I feel.
What I think about.
What memories I think of when something reminds me of them.
The numbness I feel.
The suicidal thoughts I think about.
The plans.
The cravings.
The misunderstanding.
The confusion.
The hatred.
The hurt.
The pain.
All the emotions I feel.
The random hard days.
The grief.
Just everything.
You just don't understand.
No one does.
No one will.
I can't expect anyone to understand.
I DONT expect anyone to understand all of this.
That's selfish.
That's harsh.
That's just too much for one person to handle.
But I deal with it everyday.
That's what you don't understand.
