I was alone for a very long time. I never knew why at first. But now, I do. It was because no one has ever shown me empathy. Perhaps, they didn't know how. They might've felt discomfort that they dismiss what I felt or tried to solve my problems. But the thing is, I don't want them to solve my problems. I want them to be there for me. They may have said once or twice that they are but I never felt it. I just want someone to hold me in their arms while they whisper, "I'm here. I'm here. You are safe here."
It shatters me as I become aware that I only got myself. No one else. Just me.
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Soliloquized
PoetryA collection of poems and prose. Grief, melancholy, pain, and maybe, just maybe I could write something that resembles happiness too.
