Unspoken Pain

An exploration of a young person experiencing mental health issues.

I woke up to the sound of silence.

I dont want to wake up.

The weight of another day feels like a boulder on my chest.

I dont want to go on another day.

Every morning is a reminder that I'm still stuck in this endless cycle of emptiness and pain.

I can't let them find out.

I've mastered the art of pretending, of wearing a mask that hides the thoughts swirling inside me.

They will hate me if they find out.

Their words, their judgment, it's already echoing in my mind, a niggling reminder that I'm not good enough, that I'm broken.

I need to get up, but my body feels heavy, tied to the bed by the weight of my own despair, refusing to move, refusing to face another day.

I dig my nails into my palm.

The pain is a fleeting distraction from the emptiness inside, a momentary reminder that I'm still alive, still feeling, still hurting.

I force myself to get up. To please them.

I shuffle through the motions, a boy on strings, pretending to be the person they want me to be, hiding the truth behind a fragile, painted-on smile.

I need to keep them happy.

For now, I'll keep pretending, keep hiding, keep pushing through the pain.

But I can't. I can't do it any longer. I need to release myself. Release from the pain this life has brought me.

I cut. I cut. I cry, hating myself. Hating everything I do.

Then I feel it. A tug. A release. A pull away from the edge. Some warmth. A hand on my shoulder. An embrace.

I am happy now. Free from the thoughts that pulled me down. I have support. From my family. Friends.

Most importantly, I love myself. That was the change I needed. And I thank those who helped me.

If you or someone you know is struggling with mental health issues, please know that you are not alone. There is help available. Reach out to a trusted friend, family member, or mental health professional for support. You can also contact crisis hotlines in your area.