Quietly shedding tears is profoundly distressing. There’s no one to offer support or companionship, just oneself. The chest aches, the eyes are sore, and the heart is in pain, struggling to breathe. How much longer will this endure? Uncertain of the path forward, I’m left in a quandary.
Night after night, tears are shed, hidden behind pillows and blankets. Worries remain unshared with my parents due to a sense of shame. The sole sound I hear is my breath. I ponder whether I’m at fault or they cannot comprehend me. I believed we were united, yet not. What course of action should I pursue? Should I persist or desist?
