Fragments of a Shattered Self

I don't know if anyone will ever read these words.
Maybe that's why I write them-so someone, somewhere, might feel what I feel.

The fear, the emptiness, the nights where the silence screams louder than anyone could imagine.

This is a diary for the broken, the lost, and the lonely; for the ones who hide their scars behind smiles.
If you open these pages, you might cry. You might see yourself in the fragments.
And maybe, just maybe, you will feel less alone.