When Loneliness Becomes my Home
It's not the sadness that gets to me.It's how normal it feels now.
How tears don't fall anymore-
because there's no reason to cry.
How I don't look for comfort-
because I've stopped needing it.
I've learned to live with the ache.
Learned to move through days-
without a hand to hold,
learned to keep all my feelings hidden inside.
What hurts isn't the pain itself.
It's how right it feels now.
How I've perfected the act of showing no struggle.
How I can laugh with others
while falling apart when I'm by myself.
I made peace with the hurt.
I made room for it.
And somehow… that's what hurts the most.
Not the feeling but how I stopped fighting it.
©Haseenwhel
Poetry by Haseen Whel
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Written on 2026-01-25 at 10:47
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