Suffering

She comes up very quietly, almost like she doesn’t want you to know she’s there. She sits in the back of the room. Most of the time she’s wearing a mask so no one sees her true emotions. Only when it’s dark at night her cries are the loudest. She easily starts a chain reaction to others, she tries to cry for help but it seems like no one hears her. Everytime someone finally hears her cry it’s always too late. You’ll never see her downfall, she stands like she’s strong but it’s just a huge act.

Suffering is not friends with anyone but everyone knows who she is. She wants to be happy like everyone else but she feels as if constantly there is some sort of burden that she carries. Everyday she is held back by something. Could her broken heart ever be fixed? This is the question that kept her up at night. Depression and Anxiety are her only friends, they know each other way too well. The one thing Suffering feels she never will truly find is Happiness.