The pain I made look easy
I hope you heal from all the pain you made look easy. From the days you smiled because explaining would have taken too much strength. From the nights you broke quietly and still woke up like nothing happened.
Every wound you dressed in strength so no one would worry.
A life where surviving is not mistaken for being okay.
The day you stop performing strength for people who never asked what it cost.
You carried it well, but that does not mean it was light.