I’m really afraid of what my heart craves for, it’s hunger for some things that I can’t fathom myself. & if it doesn’t what it wants, it’s uncontrollable hunger for more will sometime leave scars on people to bear.
I miss having someone listening to my sorrows. I miss having someone to tell me it’s alright to just cry. I miss someone telling me to stop pretending to be okay, because I’m not.