But in the midst of the silence surrounding you now,
Let me ask you these,
How painful is it?
To love and not be loved back?
To let go of the hands you needed the most?
To scream with no words coming out from your mouth,
To fall and to break?
How painful is it?
To love and not be loved back?
To not be chosen,
To be ignored,
To cry yourself to sleep,
To fall, and to stumble.
How painful is it?
To love and not be loved back?
To want to get lost and be found at the same time.
Painful, it is.
But look at you,
fighting.
And I am proud.