Oh you poor thing, why do you weep so much? If you are broken, know that I am too. Did someone hurt you just like I was once? Life will go on, and will not pause for you. Why does it hurt but also make us strong? Why do we break but also rise again? Behind the curtains, we think what is wrong. We fall, we break and rise up with the pain. Rain my friend,you cry while others enjoy. They do not know that the drops are your tears. Are we treated with no feelings like toys? Is there a way where we can fight our fears? I say let us use our pain like weapons! Defeat the pain and sorrow that threatens!