Every Single Day

No matter how lost we are, you still find a way. Even when I give up hope, you still decide to stay. Is there even a way to explain? Explain the amount of pain that I put you through every single day. The type of pain that stays on you forever not as a scar but as a stain. But somehow never hearing a single complaint. It's just a smile and a “How was your day.” Because of this, how will I be able to find a way. A way to get past my pain. So that I can finally help you. And this time, ask you if you are the one who is okay…