I THINK I'M SINKING

I think I’m sinking not in waves just slowly fading through my days. No cries for help, no open wounds just silence sitting in my head. I smile enough to not alarm I laugh enough to hide the harm. But underneath, it’s getting hard to carry pieces cracked and scarred. I wake, I go to work, I wear my face the one that fits in every place. But something’s slipping out of reach a peace I barely got to keep. And when people ask, I still pretend. They love the strength, not how I bend. But God, I wish someone could see I’m not okay. I’m barely me.