It takes one moment, one tear, one drop of blood, one strangled breath and one distant gaze to finally realize that every aching pulse inside of what is now your hollow shell, will never be interpreted as something worthwhile in their eyes. The hardest part about pain is that those around you will never truly understand its capacity or its cause. So, you keep looking and running around in circles trying to find someone who can understand your bitterness and anger through your chocked words and unheard screams. But you can’t find that person because pain is never really felt by anyone other than who’s been through it. Yet you can have those who sympathize until you find yourself surrounded by people who feel sorry for you but can’t really help because it’s your journey, not theirs. It takes one moment, one sad look, one pat on the back, one long sigh and one pitiful smile to finally realize; you’re alone.