Feeling alone for such a long time that I thought it was the highest level of loneliness.
But it's not. It never was.
Being alone is the highest one. Not being able to share cause there's no one to hold on to. That’s the highest one.
Can't talk. You might wanna scream but guess what? There's no one to listen. So go on, scream! Nobody's gonna give you a hand.
How many more times are you going to cry, so deeply, on your bed? How many more nights are these tears going to be invisible?
Nobody's watching you, nobody never watched, actually. You never let them.
And now you're here, again. That's the second night in a row. The second night in which this horrible feeling come here to visit us. And it hurts when I remember us walking here and there, all alone. Always alone.
Pretending to be tough just because you know, if we let people see what mediocre emotional person we are, we wouldn't have gotten a single thing till today.