You might be the only thing that I hold onto desperately
You might be the only thing I didn't want to let go
I resent it at first, to rely on others equals weakness
"I'll be okay even without them" or so you naively thought
How can you explain the ever-growing pain in your chest?
You may have grown up, but the cicatrices remain
Unhealed wound grows along with you
You chose to cling onto it
Until you can understand
Until you can accept it
Until you can remember
You won't go anywhere
In the end you only get yourself to blame
For all the weakness
For all the scars
For all things they've done to you
Said the voices inside your head
You choose what you want to feed
You choose what you want to believe
You choose your own salvation
You live with what works the most for you
The voices have stopped long ago
Because I've said it myself
YOU ARE READING
Silent Sentiments
AléatoireMost of the chapter will be what I planned as lyrics, maybe a poem at some point. I hope you enjoy your stay and find what you're looking for :) Uploaded on Substack too (https://hatsuran.substack.com/)