BRB!!! Problems
I have a problem of thinking too much, I can’t find the person in front of me sincere when I can’t put meaningless explanations in my head. I can’t settle for people’s lies anymore. People who are different from what they do and say make me sick to my stomach. That’s why I can’t digest the lies that my heart has been lied to.
I mean, it’s not that a stone doesn’t fit in my throat when I put the stones in place. When a stranger does this, people don’t care, but when they do what they can, it hurts.
All fires actually start here. I leave people who leave too many question marks back to where they came from. I don’t have any hope that it will go all the way to the end of the road and get better. The ancients did not say, “What is in the 7th, it is in the 70th”.
I no longer defraud a person whose heart is surrounded by excuses.
I don’t want to think too much anymore. I want to trust with my eyes closed. Instead of thinking, “Why did he do that?” in a move, I want to be comfortable enough to say if he did it, he knows something.
This city hears a lot of sentences starting with “hello” and ending with “goodbye”. Hence the ages of the climates.
please don’t come back
I’m used to not being loved again. I don’t have room for someone new. The thought “This is the same” remained my biggest prejudice.
Okay, I admit it’s not nice, but it’s not happening. I’m tired. I don’t remember how many people I saw off at my flowery window. I don’t know how many winters passed, but the pain in me did not pass.
Suffering is not a problem, my body is already used to it. It’s a shame that I don’t find anyone sincere enough to tell what’s inside, it’s just paranoid.
I have no power. I ran from what I was running. My unfinished smiles are my last weapon. Even if it never touches my pain, I never stop laughing.
Still, you can’t say ‘He didn’t love me’ to anyone. That would be a shame. Maybe I’m not thinking right now, but whenever you want to love someone then I will come to you.
Lyrics of a song;
in the middle of a sadness
Sometimes in your smile, I will come to your mind.
Then do nothing. Don’t come too.
I feed flowers on the walls that I call with you.
It would be unfair to me for you to come after my wounds healed.
