pain

I cry my self to sleep every night . wondering why things are this hard I smile with a broken heart because the truth does not set me free but only bring pain n thoughts. I don't tell ..cause everyone turned their back on me like I'm a disease that don't deserve to be cured . . what if I don't exist? would things still be the same ? I'm not sad , I'm not happy I just lost interest in everything. nothing excite me anymore. by asenathi howana.