anemoia (unspoken poetry; book 3)

fourteen

i just want to sit beside the sea and cry out every pain that every person has inflicted in me. i want to hysterically scream every sadness that no one knew they made me feel. because i was too scared to tell them, and they'll just say "para iyon lang?", with judgements filled their eyes, thinking i was too dramatic to even feel this way.

i know the sea understands me better, and will never make me feel that way.

oh, i miss hearing every wave that sincerely feels like it was calming me.

if it's the only comfort i can get,
then maybe drowning wasn't so bad after all.

hoshi.