Cause you can't really bottle things up. You can't keep the pain, the ache, the love, and hate filed or down for now. One day, when you are all alone and your thoughts barely let you sleep it's all gonna come out. And once the flow starts it won't stop. And as you are burying your face in the pillow, trying to choke the sounds of your muted sobs, you will wonder why? Why didn't I tell? Wasn't there anyone to listen? Why did I push everyone away? You are stuck in this eternal loophole where you are always trying to save everyone, but couldn't even save yourself. And sometimes all you want to hear is that word. Okay. Everything will be okay. I am okay. We are okay. Yet sometimes, the people closest to you spew venom. Venom that gets under your skin. Venom that you have to cut your skin over and over to get it out. And at these times, you question whether telling them was a good idea, and was it worth baring a piece of your soul, only to be rejected once more. Cause the tears in the middle of the night aren't my fault. And my inability to stop thinking about what happened and what's going to happen isn't my fault either. It's the monsters' fault.
