The Loneliness of Silent Suffering

There exists a type of weariness that no one comprehends, a kind of anguish that does not inflict pain on anyone else, a form of suffering that is indescribable, and an injury that remains nameless.

When wronged, we can only contain the hurt within ourselves, because others are oblivious to it. When our mind is burdened, we can only process it gradually, for no one else seems to lend an ear.

This society is filled with people who make jokes but offer little support, and this world is abundant in hypocrisy and lacking in devotion. No one is concerned about the amount of money one earns, nor do they consider whether one is sad or not.

When hurt, we lick our wounds alone and cry until we have wiped away our tears by ourselves. We slowly learn to make our own crutches, to fall and pick ourselves up. Over time, we learn to fashion our own umbrella to shield us from the difficulties we encounter.

No one seems to understand, so we learn to be silent. We learn to be strong in the absence of companionship. Behind every smile lies hidden pain, which grows numb with each passing moment. Similarly, beneath every appearance of strength lies suffering, which is only subdued with time.

Sometimes, all we want is a listening ear — someone who can sit beside us in silence, without making us feel alone. We crave someone who is warm and compassionate, and who can offer us a hug when we need it the most.

We don’t remember when it began, but we have learned to remain silent about our struggles. We don’t speak about our hardships because no one gives us money without an explanation.

We don’t complain about our weariness at work because no one will do it for us without any conditions. We don’t act casually with our health because no one will pay for our recovery.

Many people behave in this way not because they need others to understand how strong they are, but because no one seems to understand the need for strength.

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