Silent Suffering

I wake up with pain. I'm here again, but it doesn't make me better. The minute I see you after two very long weeks, it hurts even more. My ankles are tightened, stopping me from walking to you. My chest is hurting so bad, I could faint and nobody would care.
I wonder what you think when you see me, eye to eye. I'm suffering all this pain, knowing you really don't need me. I'm being quiet about it because nobody cares and it'll make the pain even more bad. Suffering all this pain could kill me, and all you'd be worrying about is yourself.