What do you want to know about my pain?

I endure the world's pain in my head and no one notice my illness, although it's driving me worser than before I kept my mouth shut. Like I care if you sympathise with me. Even if you earn my trust... Yeah I trust easily but every second you spend with me you're under a quiz, but I still can't tell... Because no one is persisting by your side for ever, even if they told you they will... They won't unless they are inneed of something you own I'm never that person, on my dead body I'd never be! Even if I share it with you, you won't wield it. So, what's the point of having a mind that can diminish the world in few minutes, like a game of chess yet having a kind heart that is softer than quill feather as a monolithic inattention, right? Maybe not... It's complicated... No point of speaking if words aren't enough to explain what is going on...

Forget it, its just a messed up words