How can a person move forward when each step is like wearing concrete slippers? I haven't told anyone yet, but I'm tired of smiling. I am tired of having fun with my friends. I am tired of pretending that I am okay and that I am brave.

You told me I was strong and a warrior, but I am not. I am just trying to hang on to the last thread of my broken heart. Where did it go wrong? It is sudden and painful.

We were once beautiful and envied. We were once the stars on a dark night. The flowers in the meadow, the home in the faraway castle.

But right now, I really don't know.