Bismillah
A shoulder to cry on?
It is tiring, to comfort everyone. It is tiring to tell every single person that there is nothing left to be done, and how like you are deeply rooted in your persona, my dear, so is everybody else, so stop telling me about others being themselves.
Do yourself a favour, and start changing your delusional thoughts of people trying to get at you. Arghhh.
And I cannot say all this out loud cause I know it will hurt your pride so much and bridges will burn.
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I sometimes wish I could break much easily, then maybe I can shut off all these noises.
Too strong? Or simply too numbed to feel.
I don't want to fall to pieces
I just want to sit in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just wanna cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
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Thanks for trusting me so much to have told me things though.
I wish I could trust someone enough.
But of course, that is too much to ask.
*finds a mirror
I cannot even trust myself.
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