15/01/2023
He sits alone by the window, with the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. he picks up his phone and reads his messages, but not one of them asks him if he’s okay.
he’s always checking up on people, but no one ever seems to realize that he might need help too. he appears strong because of how much he cares, because of how often he’s there for the people who need him. But deep inside, he’s crumbling, and no one even seems to notice.
he needs help, but there’s no one there to give it to him.
he doesn’t respond as much to the messages he gets, anymore. he stays home more often. His life shrinks in on him, until it’s all he can do to drag himself to work and back every day. People say that they miss him, that they haven’t seen him in ages and that he isn’t as active online as he used to be, but still no one asks if he’s okay.
he wonders what he’s done wrong. he wonders why no one’s worried about him. Why is it that the people he’s been so quick to check up on when they’ve seemed quiet in the past are so reluctant to reach out and make sure he’s okay?
he feels lonelier day by day. The walls close in around him. he thought his friends cared, so why have they abandoned him? In the back of his mind, he knows that they care about him. But it gets harder to convince himself of that when dusk falls every night and the inevitable, overwhelming feelings of isolation and loneliness set in.
His thoughts become more and more negative, and he finds it harder to rationalize the more he drops out of his life. Slowly, he becomes a shell of a person. The flicker of light at the end of the tunnel begins to fade away as he loses hope.
he knows why no one reaches out. he knows why no one seems to be worried. It’s not that they don’t care – it’s because they have his labelled as a strong person, and assume that he can handle any difficulty he faces. They completely overlook the fact that even ‘strong’ people need help
