Twenty-five years have passed, but my life remains like this..

Struggling alone..

Holding everything in by myself..

Pretending to be okay in front of people..

It hurts.. but I have to keep smiling..

Wanna give up.. but I have to keep living..

Some people say I’m not alone, that I won’t walk alone..

In reality, I still face everything alone.. I’m still walking alone..

Where are the people? Nowhere..

No one cares..

I keep fighting alone..

I am tired of pretending to be strong..

God…