All The Things I Never Said

For one who lost so much to another, for so little

For those who have lost so much, to so few.

For those, who are not wounded on the outside, but internally.

For those, who have a yearning so deep for another to be happy, but will never be able to fulfil that need.

Because, for love to come to fruition, it has to be let go.

Otherwise,

Bottling up everything becomes the only answer, until you're completely contained, until it becomes impossible to keep yourself together. And what happens to contained pressure? Eventually, it explodes.