staying after betrayal.

The house is quiet, but my mind isn't.
I’m smiling in public, but breaking in private.

I chose to stay,
but no one prepared me for how lonely that choice could feel.

Because who do I talk to?
The ones who told me to leave?
The ones who wouldn't understand why I didn't?

The strength it takes to stay.
The nights I cried and still showed up the next day.
The war in my mind that nobody else hears.

So I sit with it.
The questions.
The overthinking.
The moments where my mind just wanders...