Sometimes I find myself wondering if it is really true that everyone experiences pain or not. I see them smiling their brightest smiles, and I wonder, are they faking it too?If they have been through pain, then why is it that I find myself just sinking deeper and deeper instead of rising?
Lately, all I want to do is cry. Every single second of every single day, but I can't. So I control my urge till the sun goes down, and that's when the waterworks start. And they just don't fuc*ing stop.
Hours and hours, locked up in my room with background music playing, and the tears still don't stop. What is it about nighttime that makes you so sad?
It's like I am trapped in a cage where the keys are lost forever, and the people standing in front of me continue to ignore my presence as if I am not a human being like them.
How can the world continue to be so cruel? Am I the only person who has the decency to care for others?
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