so many thoughts.
yet so many things left unsaid.
he leaves so much unsaid to protect you.
cause he cannot see you in any more pain, especially not by the cause of him.
but the thoughts are consuming him,
and he is slowly dying inside.
but he prefers to be in pain than to inflict it.
so he will struggle behind closed doors and will not speak of his own troubles,
because all those around him are going through enough already.
but all these thoughts, swirling around his brain are consuming him.
and all this pain from leaving so many things unsaid, is slowly killing him from within..
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Words of the heart
Poetryfor anyone who has ever felt alone or doubtful about themselves, for the sad people who find comfort in poetry, for those who cannot seem to put their...
