Silence.

I was silent. I take that back, I still am. I don't see any point in talking. It only hurts me more, and no one listens. It's like I'm invisible. I'm tired of the same thing happening every day. I'm sick of the same daily battles I have to fight. It never ends either. That's the scary part, because I don't know when it will end. It feels like it's been happening for as long as I can remember. I'm forced to act like I'm ok, or else people will ask the questions that I hate the most, "are you ok, what's wrong?" I'm not ok. Everything's wrong. But if I say that, it leads to even more questions. I don't want to answer anything, but I don't want to be silent and suffer in my own thoughts either. I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe there's nothing wrong at all. Maybe it's the other people. Am I supposed to feel this way? I feel so much, but yet so little. Why did it have to come to this?