Days pass by, and we grow up, but do we really? Adulting can be challenging, but the teenage was horrible as well. I can't hope for happy days. Who am I kidding? I never stop hoping. It's the last leaf I hold on to, to save me from drowning. However, I am aware that things won't get much brighter in the future. The feeling of never being loved and adored deeply by someone will only get shadowed by the responsibilities of a job, house, and family. The emptiness might become less prominent when people fill in the space of my mind, but I know it'll always be there. I am lying to myself right now and to you as well. Because I secretly wish for my days to become merrier, my life, happier. These expectations had me falling for people. Falling for their smile, the lovely things they said and did. Falling for the dreams I dreamt with them, or alone. And that got me hurt. I often told myself I would stop expecting, but I doubt it. Through it all, some things I couldn't just say. The Words I Couldn't Say I've written it all down for you to read. In this collection of poetry, I wrote over a long time. I want to be seen, heard, understood. Yours Sincerely, Grey.