It's a pitiful thing to know that you can't do anything.
Pitiful to know that the smile on your face and the word okay is just an illusion.
You can't break down and you need to be brave even in times that you can't take it anymore.
You cannot cry because everyone expects you to be happy.
You cannot complain for the fear that you might hurt someone.
You cannot have what you want because there are other things more important than that.
You cannot be selfish for other comes first.
The only thing you are allowed to do is understand.
Understand that you can never be a priority.
That your needs will always be second to others.
That you are more mature so you need to give way.
That you are more okay and that others need to focus on those who are broken.
But it is okay...
It will always be okay...
You just need to sacrifice for those people you love...
You are strong to float alone...
You're not broken.
You believe you are not broken.
You smile even though you are alone, when in reality, your insecurities are eating you alive.
You smile and say I'm okay, even though deep inside, you already know that you are broken.
Broken beyond repair...
Shattered into pieces...
Then you start to sink...
But you can't cry. You can't ask for help.
It's okay...
Everything will be okay...
Even if you close your eyes, no one will see...
That is when you realized that no one can save you...
You are already six feet under.
You just believe that you're heart is still alive when in reality...
No one can save you.
No one will catch you.
No one will feel the pain.
No one will see the struggle.
Because when they look back and try to find you, you wouldn't be there.
Where will you be?
Here. Drowning.