Hurt...
How easy it is to complain...? Complain every time, when you are hurt, when you are down, when no one is appreciating you. And how hard is it to simply let it go, let it slide, take the blow, and still stand, gulping down hurt each time...?
It does damage - damage on the inside, where no one can see it; no one can hear the tears you didn't shed. And nowadays, people believe what they see.. So, there's no one to know, that you are ripping apart from the inside.
It's so hard to be nice to people, who are not nice to you. So, hard.. But you know why I do it anyway? be nice to people, because I'm a good person ; I'm better than this, I don't know what being nice, has given me.. quite frankly, no one knows I'm good.. but I just am, I can't help it, and it's hurting me that no one cares...
Maybe they don't, because I didn't tell anyone, I didn't let them in, but tell me how I'm supposed to..? they don't believe me; they don't even seem to care.
And I'm left here again, talking to stars, sharing my silence.. but today, I decided otherwise now I will let someone know, I have no idea, who that someone will be..? But there would be someone who will know.
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