People don't understand other people's pain.
They turn it into something trivial and unimaginable just because they can't relate to it.You cry because you're weak,because you're a child,because you're not thinking straight-but never because your pain is real,too damn real,and,in the words of a wise man,"it demands to be felt".
My pain is as real as can be and I need to let it consume me for a while if I am to come out of this whole ordeal at least a bit sane.
You have no right to tell me for whom or what I should and shouldn't weep,no right to tell my heart what's "important" and what's not.
Do you know why I ache so badly?Because I have so little in my life which matters that I can't bear loss.Yes,I'm a child,a stupid,loving,empathy-driven and hopeless child,who cares for a cat as much as does for a man.
And this child has one reason less to come home and one fearful reason more to leave it behind...
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