The loneliness of being surrounded by people
Everyone comes to me. and I let them. i listen to their 3 AM breakdowns, their unsent messages, their "i don't know what to do anymore." i hold space for everyone's pain like it's the most natural thing in the world. maybe cause it is, for me. bit here's what no one sees - when i close the phone after talking someone thru their worst night, i sit in the silence and realize no one asked if i was okay. not once. and the worst part that i'm so used to it, i forget to ask myself too. i became so good at being someone's safe place that i never built one for myself. and now i'm the person who understands everything bout everyone and feels completely, quietly, alone. if you are reading this - you're probably that person too. i see you. even if no one else does.