You tell me that you are going through hell.

I nod

I tell you that I am going through my own hell too

You look at me and laugh

You say to me, "Show me, show me your wounds."

But I can't.

You shut me down

If I show them then everything I am working towards will only

d i s a p p e a r

So instead I shake my head and agree

Because I can't tell you that my hell is bad too

Yours is the only one worth crying for.