I cry a lot. Nobody notices and even if they, did no one says anything. It would be nice to cry to someone. They would listen, wipe my tears away and comfort me. They would tell me how to fix myself. Straight up tell me what’s wrong with me. Hit me where it hurts then ice it down when their done. But there’s no one really like that. Everyone is full of bullshit, even me. We mask the truth. Don’t ask me why because I have no fucking clue. Maybe we are scared. Maybe we like to see eachothers sufferings. Or maybe we just don’t give a fuck.