we're out of heartache, along with fear
if you can decode the thoughts in my head, then you are my saviour. if you can understand my actions, then i'd surely assume you're god. it's sewn into the very fabric of my being, not to bare myself even to the closest of those to my heart. it scares me, yet i can't unpick the stitches. i'm beginning to wonder if one day i'll stop resisting the urge to push everybody away. and would it be cruel? and to myself, or to them? and why would i stop resisting? and why is the urge there in the first place? and why, am i questioning my own thought patterns?
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