Unwanted Burden

You don't have a clue, and you never will. Not that it even matters. It doesn't. Sometimes, just for my own sake, I wish you had a clue. Just for my own relief. I don't like carrying the burden of it by myself. So for selfish reasons, I wish you knew sometimes. But, again, not like it matters.

It just becomes difficult at times. And you, nor anyone else knows even a small fraction of it. Mostly because it wouldn't make sense unless you were me, and unless you knew everything that had happened. But you don't. And you won't. And I suppose it's always going to be like that. Perhaps it's better like that.

It's just hard right now. Hopefully just for a short while, but...it is.