There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.
I’m stuck in a situation where I have so much to say but no way to say it. I can’t find the right words to make people understand how I feel so they just make an incorrect assumption that I try to deny at the consequence of being called a liar.
Just be me for a day. See how you feel. I’m surprised at myself that I’ve held it together this long.
You wouldn’t last a day.