There are days when I want to yell. I want to yell so loud the world can hear me. There are days I want to yell but no sound comes out. Tears are all there is. No words, no sound, just tears. That’s all in the physical sense of things. But there’s pain, there’s hurt; there’s loneliness that one cannot see from the outside. A pain that cuts so deep, you don’t need to see blood to feel it. That’s the scary part. You can’t see it, but you can feel it more close to you than any outside wound could. You’re doing it to yourself without realizing it. And the worst part, you don’t know why. Why, is the question you ask. Why this, why now, why me. And you never know the real reason; only the correlated factors which may or may not have contributed to making you feel that pain. The pain that sinks into the very core.