Flow State

Why do we share,

to people who probably don't care?

Would they even remember?

Could they even be our helper?

What is even the point?

Us meeting is already kind of a crazy miracle

And the following may not sound lyrical

But it doesn't mean we can share everything.

I can't communicate well.

I'm the worst at sharing my emotions.

I'm not gonna tell you this,

Cuz why tell anyways?

I am strong.

But the question is, can I prolong?

One does notice,

But what am I supposed to say?

Lost, Despair, Shame

Telling would just result in the same,

It wouldn't change anything anyway.

Where am I going?

Where am I running?

Carrying this weight alone,

as if silence were kinder than burdening another soul.

So are we meant to live in isolation?

Guarding something that's ticking within us,

something that only grows heavier—

something that just gets bigger the more that it's shared.

But why does one even follow?

Why reach for hands that are letting go?

You don't even know what I'm up against,

yet you stand beside me,

against something you probably don't even comprehend.

Maybe that's what confuses me most.

Not that you noticed,

but the fact that you stayed.

Why stay?

Even when I kept running,

you followed without demanding answers.

Even when I hid my wounds,

you go and treat them gently anyways.

Maybe sharing pain was never about making it disappear.

Maybe it changes nothing at all,