I've been apart from my mind. I've been sad for months and nobody realizes, how will they notice it? If I smile a lot and always in the same way. How are you gonna realize I'm broken? If every day I plan hard and I walk firmly, even though my legs at every step weaken. It's been months since I didn't like what I want, but nobody notes it, "he's dying," they think... People go and come, go to my side and stand in front and still do not know that I am lost, and that my world stops. I've long dreamed only in bed, sprouting tears and more than crying, it seems like an ocean melting. Or maybe they know, but they don't say anything. They have to think it is a passenger and I know it is, that no matter how much I am drowning, I have faith that it will end sooner or later. Sadness is not only tears, in me they are fierce and smiles, sadness plays with the world and disguises itself as joy. I'm crying without tears in my eyes, I'm screaming with my mouth closed, I'm committing the worst of the killings, I'm falling to the cliff with a desire to be saved. I'm helping others, even if I'm shattered. I've been stacking for a long time and nobody realizes.