i can do all of it on my own
but i just don't want to.
life is to miserable when I am alone
the deafening echo of silence
in the long journey of healing it pierces my heart all the more
some days I can hold it in,
hide under warm blankets and oversized jumpers
embraced in warm showers and musky scents
and you can no longer hide in earthy warmth
that is when the feeling strikes
it is a striking feeling that of loneliness
it can break the strongest of spirits
it makes you wander if its worth it
because the more you heal the lonelier you are
the more you stand firm on your beliefs
but then you ask yourself
was I always the only one to blame?
is my aching soul a result of my mistakes?
people around are not like me
they don't want to see that there is love out there
that the world does not revolve around them.
am I exaggerating the trauma?
am i taking it too far with the boundaries?
but when pain runs liquid through my veins
that answer seems impossible
little piece I wrote right now. not proof read.