I always felt happy in my sad childhood, despite the misery I was in due to the pressure of society and my broken psyche, but I used to smile and I was happy as if I was not suffering from anything, or rather that I was filling myself with many problems and sorrows, as if there was a factory inside me For bombs, and when I grew up and reached 15 years old, the bombs inside me exploded, I don't know what to do and where to go, it's very difficult, I explode from the sadness that fills my depths, I can't stop crying 🖤🥀