Thousands of words running through your mind. Questions that don't have any answers. The numb hollow feeling living inside your body day after day. Wishing, hoping, begging for some sort of normalcy. Faking a smile to please everyone around you. Knowing you can't begin to explain the thoughts piercing your soul. The feelings that rapidly run through your body. They wouldn't understand. Just look at you like your mad. Like something is wrong with you. There is. It's a deep sadness that you yourself doesn't even understand. That you don't even know how yo stop it or control it. You just want to scream, "do you think I enjoy this darkness? This sadness?" But you bottle these feelings up because what's the point? How will they understand when you don't?