but where do we gowith all this grief?
with the words we never got to say, and
the ones we never got to hear.with the feelings that burnt with a flame so bright in our hearts and we let them, and the ones we stepped on a thousand times in order to kill them. with the tears that desperately looked for a shoulder to rest on but never found one. with the pain that desperately looked for a chest to share a temporary home in but never found one.
where do we go when we don’t have a place to go to, or a person to cling to?
ehen we find no where else to bleed,
we let the wounds cry onto the paper instead.
when we have nothing, we have our words.
This just made me feel how alone i feel sometimes. Like i want to tell someone how my day was and express everything with them but i can’t because no one cares.
this is so meaningful, especially because for me, writing is my medium of expressing myself. beautiful!
