Hard to think about.
Harder to talk about.
Easy to avoid.
Easier to wish didn't happen.
Loneliness, even in a crowd.
Irritable among peace.
Motivation?
If only I could explain.
If only people knew.
But I can't.
And they won't.
Unless it happens to them.
And I hope it doesn't.
So I think about it, talk about it,
even though I want to avoid it and wish it didn't happen.
Are you listening?
Please tell me. I need to know.