I always felt like there is too much in my heart for a single person to handle, too much darkness for a single person to see and comprehend. I don’t know, I had felt numb for years, heartbreak after heartbreak broke my will to live at times. I have friends whom I love, family that care about me, no matter the differences, but somehow it always felt like I am walking alone, that life is something that I needed to live alone. I tried to give happiness because I knew how it felt like to not have that. I try to hide my darkness, not wanting to engulf anyone else. I can understand a lot of people, but nobody understood me, nobody saw me, until you did. You saw through me at times, you cared at least I thought you did, with you I felt alive and happy, for once I let myself go, hoping I’d finally get a chance to experience my share of happiness and for a bit I did, but as if happiness has an aversion to me, I am back to the same place, not wanting to look into the future, despising the present and hurt by the past. Tell me where do I run off to, to escape it all.









