And they ask me why I write these sad words

So I tell them that writing is like crying

It is those tears escaping from the tyranny of pain

It is the last will of pride

It is our soul torn apart on the blade of letters

We have the reward of every pain that is hidden in our chests

It is not told or complained about

It eats the heart with fatigue and exhausts the soul

#Then

I am not okay my friends

There is tightness in my chest

And a tear stands at the edges of my eyes

Even my heart hurts me a lot

There is no one to talk to without fear

None of us gets tired from emptiness

There are things inside us that are piled up on top of each other

No one knows about them

We are unable to reveal them

We prefer to keep it secret and do not want anyone to carry our worries

A look of pity from someone or sympathy hurts us

More than defeat itself

So we always smile despite crying Our details

And the groans of our hearts

We encourage everyone and love happiness for everyone

And in our hearts are a thousand tears of pain