Nobody knows
Nobody knows what’s going on inside of my heart,
just me.
Some people think I might be a faker, but I don’t care about those people, because only me has the feelings right and wrong at the same time.
It’s easy to say “forget” the hardest part is archiving it.
So many questions running through my mind, so many anger, so many people telling me that everything will be alright.
When that’s going to be?
Inside there, is just a storm, without any calming change. Everyone thinks it’s that easy, but when you give your heart, your soul, your everything, that is for sure a scar deep in there.
This is another lesson, I hope it’s just that.
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