It's raining

from my eyes.

I am just tired.



It is hard to smile.
It is hard to honestly smile.
So we..fake a smile.

When we learn how to fake a smile and everyone do not see the pain behind it, you won.

So, did I won?

Not exactly.

I have to believe in my smile too.
And I do, sometimes.

You have to hide the mess that you are.
When you suppress everything you feel, you won.

It is exhaustive.
Very exhaustive.

That's why am I tired.

I wish that everything was not so hard.

I am strong enough to stand this pain and to try to hide everything, but what if I run out of power?
I would fall down.
And maybe, I would never get up.

Yes, I hate love. I do.