Crying for help hoping that someone hears you but you go on for days in depression, putting on a fake smiley face every day whereas you are breaking down slowly. Going to bed hoping that tomorrow brings the good things, everything that have been kept deep inside have become too big to handle and they result in the death of hopes and dreams one has. Negativity creeps in like a serpent saying “nothing will be okay, there’s just no way out on this one”. Trying to find comfort but there is none.
Being afraid to sit alone and think because it always ends the same way, with tears, a broken heart and no solution. Trying to keep the tears inside because it is said that tears are for the weak and no man wants to be called weak.