Reading the story behind your eyes because your pain is in such a disguise. As i open your
book, my heart already feels for you. Reading through the pages, i feel every tear that
ever fell from your eyes, every tissue pulled from the tissue box and every sleepless
night. I feel your morn and passive thoughts about not being understood. So much is
bottled up inside you, i wonder how you walk around without bursting into tears. Or break
down into a depression stage. I give you kudos for being strong but not for holding your
pain back from me.