" I'm tired, - she said. - I'm tired of having to constantly pretend like there's no feelings inside. I'm tired of laughing at people who think I don't feel anything at all. In fact, I feel almost everything, and its so hard that suffocates my creature. It happens when someone slowly loses interest in me as if it were clouds that closed the sky during warm summer days. As if it were the colors that lose their brightest shades. I can feel my heart breaking when someone consistently and methodically points to the mistakes I have made, its like washing all the right things I've ever done in my life. Like if everything became meaningless and I need to start doing something so they all get proud of me again. I feel like stranger words hurt me, especially if the people who said it are the ones who used to be incredibly dear to me ". she looked down, on her hands, trying to calm down. She's not used to opening her heart to anyone. She's not used to talking about what she thinks. But for now, she knew it was the best thing she should do that it could ease her own burden that she wore a heavy load with her for too long. Slowly sighs, she added, "I just want you to know that even if people pretend to be a ******* black hole inside them, they will always be touching the chest, feeling the beating of their own heart". - can you really see me?