But You Don't Know

But you don't know that even as I say those words, my soul crushes a little bit further.

But you don't know that as you speak of pain, my own body is wilting.

But you don't know that even as I guide you, I flounder deeper into the mire.

And you will never know. You will never see the thoughts that hide behind my eyes. You will never read the stories that gather behind my lips. You will never feel the emotion that stops just short of my fingertips.

I'm sorry. For everything.