Do I Deserve Love?
I often ask myself if it’s my silence that has kept me enslaved to desolation or the echo of a cry that falls on deaf ears.
Was it because I was never welcomed with the warmth of tender love? And if so, then why did I always cry where I could not be heard or seen? Now tears have abandoned me, for sorrow runs too deep… but still, the heart bears the same burden that no one can feel.
For so long, I haven’t been loved that its presence now feels like an intruder in the sanctum of my heart. The innocence was withered away in hiding, and the prime of life diminished in unspoken feelings. Apathy in relations adopted me, and now after years, they ask the reason for the quietness that lingers like an ominous shadow upon me.
I am always available to support others and make them feel alright, but why can’t I apply the same for myself? Why do I find it so difficult to articulate my feelings? Perhaps I just want to be heard like a real friend. My heart does not yearn for sympathetic words but for the presence of somebody who truly understands.
The dreams grow more vivid each day while life feels vague. There is something inside me desperate to break free, but I keep fighting it. Now if love ever knocks at my door, I leave it unattended. For so long, we have walked separate paths that I…
