What if I had to wake up every morning to live a lie. I would spend my whole life unhappy just to make others accept someone who dosen't exist. This person who pretends to be someone he's not just because he feels that no one appreciates who he really is. That is the day to day life of a person who hears, sees, and feels the invisibly tangable pain. Sometimes you just wish people could all just use your skin, eyes and ears as their own. Use it to only hear the hurtful words I've witnessed make my heart beat match completely with my heartache, thumping, beatin, and throbbing ....bruised. See the graghic misfortune of a crying soul alike. Feel that un-anestetic violence complementing simultaneous tears.