Broken Confessor

I carry pain I can't say out loud. Something is wrong with this world. People hurt each other and act like it's normal. They make you feel crazy for caring. I see people around me—broken, lonely, angry—but we all pretend we're okay. We're all dying inside but nobody says it. I'm tired of just surviving. But I don't know if I want to really live either. I change my mind because pain doesn't make sense. I want people to see me. I also want to hide. What I won't promise: That talking will fix you or make you free. What I will promise: Real truth about things we can't usually say. You can be broken here. Your pain doesn't have to make sense or become something beautiful. It can just be pain—ugly, never-ending, human pain. "Humanity is crying greatly—stand beside them as a human being." You are not alone in your pain. But you don't have to turn it into a lesson for others. Real confessions from someone who won't stay quiet—each one more honest than the last.