For every time you feel sad.
For every time you are jealous.
When you get that feeling of being left out forever from direction in some vital and seemingly easy part of the plot by everyone.
When you know that things are changing, but not for the better.
For the times where too much wasn’t enough.
For stilted smiles, and “I’m fine”s pushed through almost clenched teeth.
When your stomach drops as you found out you lost the thing you hold the dearest.
When on reflection you never had it at all.
For the time you passed where you were too scared to ask for the help you so repeatedly ask yourself for.
For everytime you weren’t brave.
When I shed a tear, it can’t fall for anyone but myself.
When I shed a tear though, I angularly whisper to myself that kindred spirits weep the same.
