I’m tired of being helpless. I’m tired of faking a smile whenever I’m with my friends. I’m tired of saying that I am okay even when I’m not. There is something inside my head; something which I want to open up but I can’t, and another problem is that I cannot put it into words, neither can I express it in action. I just want to cry. I’m just tired of being alone in a way that someone will never get tired of who I am.
I just want to have a late night conversation with the stars and the moon, how we can talk and tell how the world is giving me so much pain, so much agony that I don’t want to prolong. I want to talk to someone who can understand me, who can comfort me and tell me that I should stop thinking how the world is too mean to me.