The clock never stopped ticking, as much as my heart never stopped beating. With every second that passed along, my pillow would soak more and more of my tears. The warm tears, fighting with the cold pillow... My mind, once again, races towards the moments which ripped my heart. The moments, I thought I forgot, which I tried to forget. They stood there, as a strong pillar of probing questions to my extant and its meaning. I continue, finding the answers which came in the form of snubs and slights from everyone but my own people. My own family, stitching my personality with comparisons. I believed in myself, more than them, I was sure. But, people won't make jibes about a single failure everytime I tried to argue with them. They won't, until I committed a sin while failure gripped me tight.