I’m quiet, but inside I’m screaming. I act like everything is okay when everything’s falling apart. I don’t say it, but I want you to ask me what’s wrong. Even if I don’t feel like talking, just hug me tight and hold me until I’m alright. Kiss my forehead and whisper goofy, pointless things into my ear; make it your personal mission to get me to laugh and smile. Every once in awhile I want to be you’re main focus, even if it’s just for a moment.