Why are so many people trying so hard to prove their existence, while I'm here wishing I could just close my eyes and disappear.
Everytime I open my eyes I wished you were beside me. Even though everytime we meet, we face each other with masquerades behind our own wall of untold feelings.
It used to be a question of how I could held it back this long. Now it's the question of why have I been holding it back for so long.
Are we really living in denial, or am I overthinking of the outcomes if I tell you. Or is it just me knowing even if I tell you. You won't believe every words I say. I know you trust me. There are doubts you will not believe me in this situation, in this words, in this feelings I want to convey to you. Even though I have proven it boldly in other ways.
You are blind by my actions,
and sadly disbelief in my words.
YOU ARE READING
Souls rehabilitation.
RandomWhen you cannot say something, write it. This is where souls go to for rehab. Words that are left unsaid, are written here. Feelings that are left unexpressed, are written here. Just a human going through a hurricane of dullard feelings and thoughts.
