"Why do I always have to ask you? Why can't you just come and tell me what's wrong? Why do you hide your pain? Why do you keep suppressing your feelings? Why do you keep your emotions bottled up? Why can't you just express that you're not in a good state of mind? Why do you even pretend that you're happy? "
'Because I can't. Because I am scared. I am afraid. I am insecure and at times, I am weak. And if anyone comes to know about this and uses this against me, I will be left open without a defense. It might be easy for you to express yourself, it's imbibed in your character. I just can't bring myself to let anyone know that I am vulnerable and that's why I always wear that mask of a person who is not affected by emotions. Not affected by life or By death. But I am afraid that I have really become that person and I want to turn back, but it's all too dark to see the light at the end of the tunnel. And I keep it hidden from you as well because I don't want you to suffer because of me. I know it hurts you, that I don't share things but I don't because I don't want you to get involved in my psycho shit. I am a mess and I know it. And the more I want to get out of it, the deeper I sink into it. And I know it's difficult for you to understand this. So if you find all of this illogical and needy and polar and confusing, its okay. I won't blame you. It's just that I know that I am like a broken piece of glass, I can shine bright in the light, but I will cut you if you come too close. And the last thing I want is to be the reason for one more person's sorrows.' He thought.
"Because I am bad at expressing things, I guess." He said.
"The least you could do is find a better reason." She walked away.