I don’t understand how the rest of the world can continue with their lives as the lives of those around me are crashing down.
How I see people in the streets celebrating and smiling when I hear every day of a new reason to cry.
When the happiest person I know loses faith, and the smile falls from his face, yet others haven’t the slightest clue of his pain.
And I can’t do anything.
All I can do is live. Or I suppose, pretend to. Go through daily activities as a zombie.
Because I can’t protect the hurt. And I can’t mimic the happy. I can just watch from the outside as though I’m stuck in a bubble.