(reality strikes)

v.

Secrets. They can bring you together or tear you apart. In this case, they are little aspects that define me as a person. All the secrets I keep, all the things I hide from the world. Simply because you're told that you are exhausting. That your emotions or feelings are too exhausting and tiring to keep up with. So you hide. You keep it all inside you. Every ounce of emotion, suffering and pain is kept in side of you. For how long? You know those days are coming. You get little glimpses of them once in a while. The days were you're about to break. But you can't. The seems of your sanity are slowly coming undone and you don't have to stop it. You want it all out. You want to be done. You want it all to simply stop. Stop the pain. stop the emotion, but can you? can you let go? Right now, I can't. Each and every time I try to let it go, I crawl. Crawl back into my brain and hide. Forgetting everyone and everything. Do I even matter? The undying question pops up again. What am I doing being used as a door mat? You can't explain your emotions or feelings to other because they simply don't get it. Loneliness. You are alone. Alone for how long? Alone for maybe eternity. All because you're difficult. So you let go. Try to let go of emotion. Will it work or is the grave coming faster?