We tell our problems
To our closest, dearest friends
Til it becomes a habit
And it’s only you
Who can feel the sun on your face
It doesn’t rain anymore
And there’s no pain in your chest
When it’s your turn

We always believed
That the most painful words
Feelings and moments
Are cast away
When we share them
To our closest, dearest ones
Leaving them
In a dead end
Because we think
We deserve to be heard
But never the ones
To be the bearer
Of sad stories