I'll be honest.
I am not okay.
I am a broken piece but no one notices. I want to ask for help but I always end up with the question "what for? Even I can't help but be hopelessly tired about myself, Why the hell would I dare to bother another sound soul to fix me?"
It was a never-ending cycle. For every moment I wanted to scream for help, I shut myself out. It had always felt like I'm a mime who is trapped behind glasses that are invisible to the naked eye. A dew drop that vaporized before it even had the chance to hit the ground. An imposter trying to blend in together with the gems that are just doing better. Until one day. My chest started to breath differently. The air no longer feel like thorns shoving down my lungs.
All the "is" became "was."
Had I known the marker wasn't permanent.
