There are people who absorb sorrow and sadness of the world that surrounds them. From everything and everyone, from happy and sad moments, from good or bad people.
They keep it buried deep inside their souls, minds and hearts and make the best out of it. They live numerous, separate lives, usually not their own.
They get up over and over again and fight. They fight for their everyday lives, yours and mine.
They have the need to build and create, in order to burn the darkness down.
They never try, but they often fail. Fail hard.
And yes, they cry, behind every smile.
The damage is done, and I’ll never heal.
Broken and locked inside, emptiness remains.
