Now, it doesn’t matter what you feel or what your heart wants to do.
It doesn’t matter if want to stay or want to go.
Nothing else matter.
Everything went to the trash, everything’s gone.
Don’t speak nonsense, you know that it went to waste.
Just let me stay near you, supporting you, listening to you, soothing you.
I’m always worried about you, about how you manage your life.
I know it’s a little bit ridiculous the way I feel, but I’m not running away anymore, I’m not giving up on everything, I’m not overthinking, trying to understand what this feeling means to me. I’m feeling. Just that. Just feeling.
I’m not afraid of being hurt anymore, because I’m already on tiny little pieces. I’m broken, just like you. But I guess that I’m less broken than you. Your afraid is deeper than min. It can be seen just looking to you. You don’t have the energy to take risks, to venture. It’s useless to tell things that won’t achive your heart, that won’t make you think, that won’t stay in your thoughts.
The only thing that I can do to make you feel a little better is litening to you. If that happen, I’ll be happy, even without you. Because I do care for you.
That’s what I’ve been wanting to tell you.