Monday, 11 May 2015

Someday...

Being alone and being lonely are two different things.
Being alone doesn't always equate to being lonely. 
I like being alone, but then I like being among people as well. 
It was a long time before I realized that being too alone, leads to being lonely. 
Things that in the beginning I felt were 'unnecessary' to express 
later became things that I was 'unable' to say, 
even to those who were closest to my heart. 
But seems this realization came too late
or perhaps, I'm just too much of a coward.
Sometimes I wish I was a person weak enough to cry my grievances to others,
or maybe someone strong enough to ask for help.
I make the same mistakes over and over,
hurt my most beloved people again and again
and yet, even the words of apology are stuck in my throat.
There are too many things that I wish to say to too many people.
Until I have the courage to be able to do so, 
I'll write here in hopes that someday, surely
I will be able to tell them
The things I never say