It Kills Sometimes...
It really kills sometimes;
Not for having someone to talk to.
Not for having being asked what's going on inside you;
Not for being asked how your day got spent??
Not for being shattered into million of pieces;
Not for being asked what could rearrange you,
Neither a tight hug to feel "OKAY"
Not for being asked what can actually make you smile, again like you were used to.
Not to hold your hand , while you're feeling alone, and make you feel safe that you're not the only one struggling from your inside chaos
Not to provide you that warmth when you're feeling cold, when there's blazing cold outside.
Not to find you out when you're lost.
Not to swipe your tears when you wanna cry out loud.Not to give you that safe feeling whenever you feel like you really a fat hug.
It really kills sometimes;
When you wanna scream out loud to let it all out;
That storm scorching you from the inside,
But you can't.
Coz they'll hear you how broke you are...
