To the person who is reading this:
An open book can sometimes be your greatest downfall. Trust less. Trust yourself.
Show people who you are, let them know what you think but never ever tell your darkest secrets.
Let them hear your laughters and how your voice fills the silent void in the room but do not show them your every drop of tears from crying out all your painful emotional traumas.
Tell them your dreams not those scars you get from following what your heart aspires nor the freshest wounds you got from falling on the wrong track.
Give them your warmest hugs and sweetest smiles but do not tell them how you back track life behind closed doors and regret for the things you have irresponsibly done.
Let them know you.
But for now it's okay to never really tell them how life has hurt you.
How you break inside while drowning in your own blood.
How your heart constricts with every dose of oxygen you breathe.
How your imaginary needles pierce through that slightly beating heart...
It's okay to just keep it for awhile and tell them for now that you were fine with the daily sunrise and sundown never fearing to be eaten by the solitude of the enveloping darkness when the sun decides to die.
