What does it feel living in a world, no one knowing your existence?
Good circle of friends,
..but seems to be so distant with you?
It's hard growing up alone.
Growing with everyone looking at you as if your dead, and knowing.. you can't do anything.
You may want to shout and let everything out, but no one dares to listen.
Everything; Everyone judges.
But there is one who does not.
It may sound ironic, opposing a line from myself but it's true.
The crevices in my heart,
Only the moon listens to my story silently.