No more words

Why is it that every time I try to move forward, life seems to push me three steps back, as if it's some cruel joke only the universe understands? How many times must I smile through my tears, pretending everything's fine when inside I'm crumbling like a house of cards in a storm? Why do I keep trusting people who promise to catch me when I fall, only to watch them turn their backs the moment I stumble? How is it that the ones I love the most are often the ones who hurt me the deepest, leaving scars that never fully heal? Why does my heart keep believing in a happily ever after when I know the ending is usually more tragic than I can bear? How many times do I have to laugh at my own pain before I convince myself it's all just a bad dream? Why is it that every time I think I'm finally at peace, something comes along to shatter it like fragile glass? Why do I keep trying to be perfect for people who don’t even appreciate the effort, yet expect me to bend to their broken expectations? How is it possible to feel so alone in a room full of people, as if the space between us is an insurmountable canyon? And why, despite all the hurt, do I still wake up every day and convince myself that maybe, just maybe, today will be the day things finally get better?