My silence is just another word for my pain.
I don’t remember what it’s like to not feel broken.
It only hurts when you start pretending it doesn’t.
A tear is made of … 1% water and 99% feelings.
I would say I’m okay but I’m lying.
Why does it always rain on me.
Angry is just sad’s bodyguard.
When you’re tired it’s a sign that you’re almost at the end of your fight.
I feel lost inside myself.