i'm lying to myself you're coming home.

there's only so much that words can say. how feelings bottle up deep within oneself, it forms a choke-hold. you can't breathe. there's only so much that one can withstand within themselves. we become disgruntled with ourselves, we start asking so many questions, it's always "why" or "if only". how far can the word 'pain' bring us? no matter how mad, how frustrated, how long more can one go? all the misery we go through, at the end, it becomes our past. it's a memory. you hold everything close to heart, in the end it's far more unreachable than what we think. what hurts even more is the fact that, you can only watch from a distance as you're no longer someone. the joy that you feel, is the joy that you bring unto others especially someone who you hold dear to. but what if, you're no longer that joy you bring to them?

  "there's only so much that words can say, but there's way much more words a heart is capable to cry out."