that you can't hide them behind a frozen smile.
and you feel like you don't belong here.
but you don't have the power for the first step.
and you can't see clearly.
that you don't fall on your feet like cats do.
but you don't know what it could be.
and crush your little world and heart like noone else before.
Sometimes you can't "pick up your crown and walk on"
maybe you cannot even wear your sadness with royal, noble dignity.
and you don't know how to do it and who will listen.
and write down, what you cannot say.
I also guess that this is why we need literature - sometimes.