How when there is so much to say one cannot,
How when one should write to mourn nothing’s wrong.
How when all is lost, no more is sought,
How when needed most, I quench the song.
How the black abyss looks for my answer,
How I turn from all and say it’s all ok.
How I just cannot say where my hurts were
Because I insist I see only day.
SUZANNA GORETTI 
wow, i really like this… it really embodies the process of caring to just turning away & acting like it’s fine when it’s so not…