A long sad story

Not sure if I am glad or just sad that 

You didn't notice I was upset.

I wore a disguise for too long that

It started to itch and suffocate.

Some days I just want to isolate, 

And try to locate,

All the broken pieces.

Some days I just want to be saved,

Loved and protected.

Days passed, memories faded,

But the pain remained.

Why it doesn't get any better,

Why the dead never left a note or letter?

I see things, I understand them,

I keep quiet and never talk about them.

There is so much unusual grief,

Let it go -It's just a long sad story to be brief.