Every word a shattered heart writes

Has a burden into it.

That's why people who write are the happiest people,

Because they can throw their burden off a book, a publication, or a letter.

Don't you find it exhilarating,

That without even speaking,

Just the act of fingers knotting lines together,

Or just by pressing buttons to form a thought

Makes a person know exactly how you feel?

But then how ironic it is that the thing that each one of us is achieving so hard 

Just lies in the act of sharing, but we refuse to do so.

It is like holding a medicine for an illness but puts it in a vault

Until it is too late to do anything.

Do not underestimate the act of sharing

For you can find happiness in it.