If this makes sense to you, thank you.

I've been writing for an hour now, and I don't really know how to start this, so I'll go straight to the point: I'm broken, I'm weak, I'm tired.

I'm that type of person that will never tell other people, even her closest friends or family what's going on. I like being alone so I just stay away from everyone. And by stay away I mean I block them all, and don't reply to their messages. I don't know if I want them to figure it out by themselves and bother me and tell me they are here for me, so I know I'm special for them and that they care for me... or maybe that's just seeking attention. That's why I keep it all to myself.

I just write, and write, and write, and write until my fingers are numb and my hands are tired. It makes me feel liberated, nobody can judge me, and nobody can tell me I'm doing it wrong.

Words have always been my thing, emotions have always been my forte and weakness at the same time. If that makes any sense at all?¿

I'm so easy to hurt, - and most of the times it's because I let people hurt me or I'm just too sensitive- and the pain in my heart feels like I've been hit by a truck... 4 times. But that pain itches my fingers to write, it drives my mind crazy with all these beautiful -yet painful- verses that I write.

Right now I feel like there's a war inside me. And no one is winning.

I feel like a little kid waiting for someone to push him on the swing, but everyone is too busy on the slides.

I feel like I've fallen from a cliff and survived the fall, but have all my bones broken.

I feel like a fake rose in jar full of water. Walang kwenta. Worthless.

I feel like the second page on every book that no one actually reads.

I feel like a note inside a glass bottle that was thrown in the ocean trying to find land.

I feel like the least favourite child even though I'm an only child.

I feel like a piñata after they hit it. They leave it on the side after getting what they need.

I feel like a millionaire who just lost all his money.

I feel like I'm slowly dying.

I feel like I'm going to hell in every religion.

I feel like I'm falling apart, and no one, not even myself can stop it. I feel like giving up, I feel like I'm dying. I'm not really scared of death, but if I'm going to die, I hope it's after I finish writing you all the poems you deserve.

There's not even a word in any language that can describe how I feel right now, so I'll just go straight to the point: I'm broken, I'm weak, I'm tired.