Something tells me to stop, something tells me to pray. Duck my head into my knees and wish to see another day. But instead I cling onto the only thing that gives me hope. Not a good hope, but one that helps me stay. I'd never expect anyone to know me, to get me, to except me. Rather than hiding from the pain I invite it in, I greet it. Uncaring about myself, I enjoy the ache I feel. The knowing that I'll hurt myself just to... feel. Am I even human? Is what I'm saying even readable?

The only thing I can think about is, "Don't feel, don't try, don't cry, don't let them see."

Is it... normal, to feel such sadness, but not understand what you're feeling?