Destroy Me (Shatter Me, #1.5)

by Tahereh Mafi

I pretend and pretend and pretend until the world becomes so breathtaking behind my eyelids that I can no longer contain it.

I wish all the time for a friend. I dream about it. I imagine what it would be like. To smile and be smiled upon.

Because in the end it is our emotions that make us weak, not our actions.

Swallow the tears back often enough and they’ll start feeling like acid dripping down your throat.

There’s no one to run to for comfort. No one on your side. Light a candle for me, I used to whisper to no one. Someone Anyone If you’re out there Please tell me you can feel this fire.