...I SO wanna cry, but can't.
Because it's for nothing. Because it'd give nothing. Not even take away the heaviness inside and bring me peace. Not even take the fake happiness around and give me unadultered sorrow.
It's powerless and hollow, just like me.
Afraid even of shadows.
Still I wanna cry, and still can't.
Sometimes, I'm so terribly short of a reason to live. Or love. I have no reasons, yet I live on. Pointlessly.
Some people, I realise, just cannot be happy.
Peace.
