when it pains

In the Dark Hours of Night,
When the moon has disappeared in the shadows of cloud,
The uneasy breath unleashes the grieving heart,
To soar high above and bring peace and comfort for itself,
To understand how necessary was for it to get hurt,
To become stronger than the strongest element on earth,
Because when you are not alone,
Its not possible to meet the eyes of people who
Continuously question you,
Its also not possible to ask your friends to soothe you
When you know nobody can comfort you,
But its only possible to seek loneliness
And question yourself over and over
That why you let the grief, break your heart