Thin

"How can I understand what you're going through?" She had asked me. I couldn't find words to say on how I really felt. I couldn't find a way to explain the deep pain circling inside of me. I couldn't find anything to show her to make her see the pain I faced every morning.
"I would say to go through the same thing." I paused at what I was saying, "but I would never wish that on you."