Scratched Wounds, Loud Cries and Beautiful Tears.

Sometimes we never know what the other person is going through. For individuals like me that are blessed with a third eye, everything is clear to see. From start to finish. This piece is dedicated to a friend who is at her lowest, thinking she's alone yet allowing her stubbornness to co over poweer her vulnerability whenever it tries screaming for help. This is for the strangers dealing with things alone. Crying and sobbing alone. Letting things build up and making no way to escape when it gets tough.