That moment, that exact moment when your heart is breaking, and you're alone in the corner of your room, crying and letting your heart out, wanting to scream and shout, but you know you can't because you don't want anyone asking you explanations due to the simple reason that you are going to answer, "Nothing", when we both know thats not true.
And, thinking about this, ¿We even realize how many times someone has told us "I'm fine", and they aren't even close to be fine?
It's fucked up how we don't want anyone to ask why we are so broken, but at the same time, we just want someone to notice how empty we are, don't you think?
