And what would you say back? Would things change for the better or for the worse? Would they change at all? It just keeps eating away slowly and painfully.
Would you accept me? Or would I just get hopelessly pushed away over and over again? I just want things to be right but the silence makes it impossible. I want to say it, why can't I just say it?
The fear of the unknown keeps me gagged and bound. All I can do is watch from afar and wonder what things could be like. I fear you will never know what is keeping me from living, it keeps me from being happy. But you don't even know that there's something there, a thought, a statement that hangs in my head like a bad song.
If I could just scream it, let every word cut through the air clear and strong, if only you could feel what I'm feeling right now, maybe then the understanding I've been wanting for too long would finally set in.
But there's one more thing I want to say...
