*Here are some songs
that my heart sang.*
Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste.
And a promise, of everlasting hope.
Lets trace these p...
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You know the moment when your heart just won't just stop aching? Right now is that moment; I'm stuck with heartache.
Feels funny to hurt after so long, but I wish it wasn't because of my own rules. I've spent so long resisting and giving in, that I've forgotten how it's even like to not doubt myself.
I feel insecure and at the verge of breaking, I'm scared but my face refuse to let it show. I'm trying hard to act strong, hoping that pretending could lead me somewhere where my doubts won't follow.
Perhaps that would help me just forget about painting emotions for everyone to see, I have been a secret-keeper before. But my hearts asks if I can do it all over again, And I can't find an answer.
I'm just waiting for a moment when I'll just snap and do something, though I don't even know what. All I know is that the ache felt too much one moment and now I'm holding onto simply nothing. And maybe I need to do something because I'm not okay.
I'm trying to believe in what I've spent such a long time creating, Wishing my efforts were enough to keep it safe. Trying to convince myself that it'll be okay.
I'm just scared of going through darkness again. The only thing that keeps me sane is the fact that this time I'm not alone, I'm held.
Maybe that can make a difference, a change. But it's somehow hard to break down in front of somebody when I'm used to crying alone. It's hard to see someone watching me struggle and be offered arms because my legs feel too weak to support me.
I thought hurting alone was the most horrible thing that could ever happen to me. Yet, hurting with someone else isn't any easier, struggling and breaking isn't a bit less horrible, maybe because I'm too used to hiding away the pain.
For once again, I don't know what to do with myself.
