I lied to myself when I said "I can't be hurt", but as the blades of hurt pierce through my soft skin, I howl in agony.
Blood and tears flood the ground as my body goes numb from the pain words inflicted. I covert myself to escape from the catious eyes of society. Melancholia shaped my secluded existence. "Every individual is unique", but why is it that people judge another's trait? Are deviations really deviations? or are they the ones that make us differ from one another? If so then, are Judgements considered criticisms? or are they considered as compliments?