Where do you run when there is nowhere to run? Where can I groan my pain when no one can hear it? Who can understand when I always keep my mouth shut? I feel like there is a tiny string for me that I am always holding on to, a tiny string that can penetrate the skin I'm using, until I have bleeding hands, but bleeding hands can't stop me. I feel like pain is a newfound friend I haven't met, keeping me sane when it is too much to bear.