Whenever something shity happens,we keep it inside us. It's true there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside.
The whole day we howl like the life is full of joys but the time we are all alone, all the laughs changes into lament.
Bearing so much of pain,we shatter in pieces,keeping the stories untold . Thinking about the family, friends we ditch our own feelings. All say, we dont care...
But we do. We pay attention to each and everything happening to us. Its just that we dont react to it. We cry, we stay mum and thn we Regret....
We regret the things we did showing others how strong we're makes us more fragile but we still do it so no one can judge us for being feeble.
They call us obsessed, they call us wicked but the truth is deep inside it hurts and we cry
We cry for trusting those morons who betrayed us. Isn't it interesting that we keep so much inside us without letting anyone know about it?
Yes we're emotional, we wry. But it's better than being harsh on others. Isn't it? Those late nights when we sit outside or in our window,recalling all the stuff.
Isn't it crazy that we are so strong at heart we bear so much pain both physically and mentally still ironically called fragile .
Those fake smiles and counterfeit laughters would never let anyone know the truth behind them but yes we're strong...we are..!!
Everyone has an untold story hidden behind closed doors, try to understand that people are not always the same as they seem to be..