sometimes i wonder if people
understand me,
like how i want to be understood.

it's tiring how you say it over and over to be greeted with those blank pair of eyes. it's a feeling of exasperation tainted with hopelessness, a soundless cry you feel yet hold back. because what's the point when you know that it doesn't matter anymore. with a choke and sigh later, you leave with a crushed heart.

playing pretense can only carry you for so long.

i need to know that you'll be there when times like these seem so bleak. when the pierce doesn't seem to go away. can you do that? can you really?

tell me, because not knowing is so much harder.

posted by PURE @ 12:15 am.