Some souls died years ago.
Their bodies just haven’t received the news yet. 🫀
You can see them everywhere if you look closely
people forcing laughter with shaking hearts,
people texting “I’m okay” while their mind collapses at 2AM,
people carrying childhood wounds like unpaid debts life keeps collecting.
The scariest prisons don’t have bars.
They have memories.
Regrets.
Silence.
And the terrifying habit of pretending everything is fine.
Some people were never allowed to feel.
So they learned to bury pain beneath fake strength.
They became homes for everyone else while slowly burning down inside themselves.
Read that again.
Some people are dying emotionally while still being everybody’s safe place.
There are souls exhausted from surviving things they never deserved.
Souls that cry in bathrooms so nobody hears.
Souls that beg for one genuine “How are you?”
not the kind people ask out of habit…
the kind that stays long enough to hear the truth.
And honestly?
The saddest people are often the kindest.
Because they know what it feels like to be abandoned in a room full of humans.
So if someone becomes distant, cold, or silent…
maybe life hit them in places words cannot reach.
Not every trapped soul wants attention.
Sometimes they just want the pain to stop for one night.
One peaceful night where their thoughts don’t feel like weapons turned against themselves.
But the world keeps moving.
Bills keep breathing down necks.
People keep saying “be strong” to humans already breaking under invisible weight.
And somewhere right now,
someone is fighting the urge to disappear completely…
while everyone around them thinks they’re just “quiet lately.” 🫀