Coming Back Down..

I thought I was okay.
It was nothing, just another day,
In the life of the norm.
But surgery isn't normal.
Feeling this way isn't normal.

Not feeling hungry, and not wanting to eat anyway.
Wanting to see you,
But the idea of your face makes me hurl.

Baking to distract myself.
Baking to feel numb.
Faking to be normal.
But I'm not normal.

Never have been.

But you don't notice that.
All you see is what you want to, all you hear is what you need to.
How can I tell you if you wont listen anyhow.

I'm still here.
I can hear the pair of you.
The voices.
Arguments.
At least she cares and can see enough to know I'm hurting.
At least someone out there knows I can't talk about it.
I wouldn't know -

Know where to begin.