My pillows knew the story
My diary knew my fury
The walls heard my whimpering
The shivering pen in my hand know my feeling
I cried and cried
Until there is no tears
Until there is no energy left in me
Until I didnt hear the whispers of people
I plead myself not to cry
I prayed to god hoping I'd vanish one day
I told myself to be strong
I hate myself for being coward
But when my teacher asked me to fill in the answer for the below question in 100 words
What is mental pain?
I wrote "PAIN IS NOT A STRANGER TO ME"
And rushed out of the classroom with tears in my eyes