They call me the strong friend.
The one who listens.
The one who gives advice.
The one who keeps it together
when everyone else is falling apart.
I wear it well
this armor of composure,
this mask of “I’m fine.”
But some nights,
when the world is quiet,
I cry in silence.
Because no one ever asks
how I’m doing.
People forget
that the strong friend feels too.
We bleed quietly,
break privately,
and stitch ourselves back together
with shaky hands.
I’ve been there for birthdays, breakups,
job losses, mental breakdowns
I show up. I stay up.
I check in.
But when I go quiet,
no one notices.
When I retreat,
they assume I’m just “busy being strong.”
That’s the thing about being dependable
people stop depending on you
to need anything.
And it gets lonely.
So damn lonely.
I wish someone would ask,
“Are you okay?”
Not out of habit,
but because they really want to know.
I’m tired of pretending I’m bulletproof.
I’m tired of giving when my soul feels dry.
I’m tired of being the safety net
when I’m the one who’s falling.
But I keep showing up
not because I’m unbreakable,
but because love still lives in me.
And hope.
And heart.
Still, I need space to be soft too.
To fall apart.
To be held.
To not have all the answers.
So this is me,
speaking out loud
for the ones who carry everyone
but are silently crushed by the weight.
If you have a strong friend,
check on them.
Not because they asked,
but because they won’t.
They’re tired.
They’re hurting.
And they need you,
even if they’ll never say it.
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