dandelion hands - how to never stop being sad but you are wounded

It's quiet. Nothing can spare you from dreadful pain. Growing older, losing a loved one, losing yourself. Growth is more painful than one could imagine. It is a helpless feeling. You can't just call for help. Nobody would actually understand. They would say simple statements. They would act like they truly cared. They don't. They really don't. My struggle is complicated but yet so vague. I'm not asking for answers. I'm not asking for understanding. I'm not even asking for air. I just want peace. Peace away from unfair judgments. I'd rather live with my pain than hear one talk, that has never struggled.