Let these tears make you stronger. Let the world falling apart around you be your exit music. So lucky, so strong, so proud, stand while your falling. I am. No one knows the hell I’m in store for. No one sees me bleed. Is it better that way? No. Is it safer that way? No. Then why? Pride, shame, no where else to turn, no one to understand. To hell with it. Holding hands still makes me have butterflies and hot chocolate still warms my hands when it rains. I still feel. I’m not dead YET. Never let them see you cry. Smile while your bleeding.