And when they asked me how I was, I said “fine” and replied with a smile. But I knew I was lying and deeply inside I wanted to say the truth. I wanted to say that I felt terri  ble since the second I woke up that day. I wanted to say that I never felt worse. That everything I wanted was a hug, a true smile. That I’m only here ‘cause I’m too scared to give an end to this life, but I think about it every day. I wanted to say that I feel so much pain, every day, that I found ways to make it weaker… Even if it still makes me suffer, it’s less painful. And I just wanted to say everything I felt, ‘cause I can’t live with it anymore… But all I wanted in return was a hug. All I need is that someone I never had. That someone who would laugh with me, who would cry with me… That someone who would lay with me and wake me up with a kiss… That could say three simple words that would fill my heart with happiness and would take all my pain away. But what’s the point in saying the truth if they don’t wanna hear it? What’s the point in saying the truth if they can’t give me what I really need?