No one knew that behind closed doors, our home turned into a madhouse. Where babies feared to cry, where flowers were planted to die. No one knew we built thick walls and let in only the weakest sunlight. No one knew I struggled to breathe each morning, because each night you rolled away from me. No one knew, not even you, that I stirred the air just enough to keep us from suffocating. I sang silent songs, tiptoed around in circles. But you were too proud to notice. And no one else knew.