The most painful thing to see is when tears roll down someone’s face and they’re completely silent. I hate that feeling.
Not the kind of pain you get when you break your arm or wrist your toe, but the kind that makes your broken heart go into your throat, so that it takes all of your energy and concentration to breathe. The kind of pain that makes you want to scream and sob at the same time. The kind of pain that makes you want to hurt everyone around you because you're suffering and they're not, because they can breathe without feeling guilty and hold a normal conversation without breaking down into fits of tears or rage..
Each time we don’t say what we wanna say, we’re dying. So here I am being the author of my life. I don't expected the world to notice my existence. But I believe somehow, everyone wanted to be remembered.
This imperfectness makes me mortal and being a mortal is not a sin. So, who are you? We're the same.