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“ I have tried for so long suppressing every heart aches I've experienced, For fear that people might use it as a weapon against me. The surge of anxiety turned to silence and to anger— and there came memories of before flooding every corner of the room. It numbed me as time gone ticking. Stands up, breathes in and out in exhaustion and still goes on as if nothing has happened.
Truth is, I've convinced myself that it was nothing. How could an event be something if I hadn't witnessed myself shedding a tear? Perhaps I've mustered enough scolding to a vulnerable side of myself. Until it no longer affects me.
But deep down inside of me, it burns and aches real hard— as if it's just some made-up nightmare. It's been so long... will that time come?
