Quiet Ache

I’ve been walking around
with this quiet ache
pressed under my ribs
like something inside me
gave up
before I even noticed.

I tell people I’m fine
because it’s easier
than explaining
how my heart feels heavy
for no reason
and every reason
at the same time.

It’s ugly,
the way I fold into myself
when no one’s looking
like I’m scared I’ll spill out
too much sadness
and someone might see
what I really am.

I don’t shatter anymore.
I just… sink.
Silent.
Slow.
Familiar.

And I keep moving
because stopping
would make the feelings louder
and I’ve already heard enough
of what my mind
likes to say
when the room goes quiet.