I'm really not well.

There is no end to the untitled story. When all the sorrows accumulate together, people lose the language of speaking with their mouths. Only tears speak. Not everyone knows how to value these tears. I never express my sorrow to everyone because I feel that my sorrow should be kept to myself. If everything is revealed, then I will have nothing to say. Standing at the present time, I feel very helpless. I have seen so many people in this world who only pretend to be their own people, but no one is their own. Money is not just a piece of paper. It is a mirror that helps to show the true face of a person.

When the girl who was looking for happiness in everything is gone, her happiness and well-being all end in an instant. I wanted to be good just the way I am, but the people close to me have made me understand that it is not possible to be good even if I try. From the day I realized that they would not let me be good, I have always tried to hide myself from everyone. But why are people like this? Why can't people see the good in others? Whenever we try to be a little better, our loved ones pull us back to our previous place.

The girl who wanted everyone to be well, once sat in the corner of the room and only shed two tears. I really want to know this question from the family why I was not allowed to be like me. When a girl is born in a family, they seem to remember her from the moment she was born. If they had not remembered her, maybe they would have understood what was going on in their own mind or their daughter's mind quite well. Those who understand can tell by looking at her face. Those who can read your mind can understand from the ink that accumulates under your eyes. And those who do not understand, even if you write an essay and explain it to them, you will not be able to make them understand your pain and feelings.

These days I don't know exactly what situation I'm living in I don't know exactly how good I am I don't know what's going on I get tears in my eyes without realizing it I don't like anything when I don't like it I go around social media trying to watch some drama on YouTube I haven't been feeling good for a few days now. It seems like a big danger is approaching me I don't know what's happening or what's going to happen but I have one request from the creator if everything is for me then Alhamdulillah even after that I will say I want to be good I want to be good every person in the world who loves to hurt other people all the time.

I accept that everything good happens for us, but does that mean everything good happens only for me? Even then, there is nothing to say because I don't want to explain to anyone anymore. I don't want to explain to anyone how good I am. My pain is when my family, even my own people, couldn't understand me. Now, when the girl from the next house grows up, my parents think, "What's the point of giving so much priority?" And after she goes to the next house, they say, "Hey, this girl from another house, what's the point of supporting her so much?" Is it a crime to be born a girl? Now I feel guilty.

I am willing to suffer everything. I am willing to accept everything. It is all my fault. Why can't I be happy? Why do I try to hide my pain from everyone? Why can't I tell everyone how I feel? My city has become dull now. There are no more dim roads. Now no birds can be heard. No roaring is heard. Only dullness all around. Maybe it will rain soon, but no one will see that rain. Only the one through whose eyes it falls can feel it.

I have been going through so much pain for the past few days, I don't know. My heart is bursting and I am getting dizzy. It would have been nice to talk to someone for a while, but who should I talk to? The person I tried to talk to was just using me. After that, he never felt the need to ask if I was okay or if my body was okay. So now I don't want to tell anyone anymore. Now I feel like staying quiet, but my heart is slowly breaking down and breaking down. I feel like I am not okay. I really am not okay.