It’s hard to comprehend the idea of sadness. Just another day to wake up and see the sun and think that this is not where you are supposed to be.
It is hard not to know things you wish you could know so badly but never will. To wish that you could read someones mind as easily as you can braid their hair.
It is is hard to wonder. When what happened was worse than your mind could pull up.
It is not hard to deny.
It is not hard to get angry.
It is not hard to feel guilty.
It is not hard to feel pain.
It is hard to accept.
It becomes hard to trust.
It becomes easy to lie.
It becomes hard to speak.
It is hard to understand.
It is hard to move on.
