I can't find my home.
I can't be someone's home.
I'm not safe.
I'm unable to be your home.
I'm lost,
Lost in my world.
My life has fallen apart. It's not the same as it used to be.
The moment I knew that I would never be someone's home was years ago. I can't let people in while I still in pain.
I chose to push people away so they won't get hurt by my behavior.
I can't make them feel the warmth,
I can't give them love,
I'm unable to love them,
I can't!
My past still haunts me, my trauma makes me suffer and I still in pain.
Yes, I admit that some people tried to be my home, but I can't let it happen.
I feel sorry for myself.
I don't know how to let people in, I don't know how to love someone unconditionally, I don't know how to forget and move on from my past.
I'm unsure whether I could find somebody that willing to stay, fight, understand, and help me through this rough battle together.
I have no idea where is my home.
I'm lost in a dark, deep hole and there's no light to break it and save me from sinking.
It's better to be alone,
Keep everyone away from me.
I can't bear to hurt others.
It's better this way,
Me dealing with my pain, alone.
Loving me isn't worthy.
Please go away.
I don't want to be a monster in your life.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Voices
De TodoSometimes, thoughts could kill and the only way to express it by writing it down. Write and eventually everyone will understand you. This is my story, I share my pains with you and it is an open letter, for my circle.
