You made things even harder for me when I was already having a hard time. I was already carrying so much, trying to hold myself together, hoping you would notice how close I was to breaking. But instead of helping, you added more weight. You gave me silence when I needed your words, distance when I needed your comfort, and doubt when I needed reassurance. You made me question whether I was asking for too much, when all I ever wanted was a little comfort, a bit of care, understanding, something gentle to hold on to. You'll never know how heavy it felt, or how much I wished you had made things easier for me. Instead, you made it heavier, and I will always remember that.