***2

I have no one to talk to anymore. I have no one to share this pain anymore. Everyone will only judge me and decide for me. I dont need that. I just need them to listen and understand. Is it that difficult? Is it too much to ask? I cant even write freely now. Every words must be carefully written so I wont hurt anyone. But at the end of the day I am the one suffering inside. What do they know of me? They knew nothing. What they saw is only one woman standing strong and surviving shits. Why cant they understand that I am in pain? Pain of everything that is happening around me. When I tried to make them smile, I was left broken alone. Alone.