Everyone began pointing out what I'd noticed long before,soon I became accustomed to hearing about how I needed more sleep every day.
I assumed someone was going to tell me that again,when instead he looked me in the eye and said,"what's hurting you?" I never gave him an explanation. It's not like me to open up to someone who already has their own pain and explain how countless tears were what made my eyes look so tired,all the sleepless nights exhausted my body.the sadness of others made my own smile grow weary and the strength with which I kept it on my face was shaking.you see,I'm just an arrangement of atoms struggling to keep themselves together,and what hurts,is how I ignored my own falling pieces while picking everyone else's up for them.