Some alcohols are for wounded skins, some are for wounded hearts... Care to drink? I want to rant and whine over some bottles of our favorite drinks.
Tabs on me, just please lend me an ear.
Now, the pain, frustrations, and all those time I let my emotions set-aside,
rallied in my blood stream, my boiling self can't stand the pressure.
Sooner, when there's someone out there who are willing to hear me.
Expect, it will be a burstful tears.
No ears are willing to hear me out,
No eyes are there to see the truth,
No hands for me to give me warmth,
But only minds with their limited knowledge, for them to fully judge you.
I have no choice but to stay,
and to endure all of these.
to be trapped on the repeating cycle of trust-and-betray.
But even so, for the eyes of the public, I'm wrong,..for I'm the man,.. and they don't know me in the first place.
No one has a clue, on how hard I'm extending my trusts, no one knows how many sorries I received everytime promises has been broken.
I'm breaking down ineed, I can't even escape, because no one allows me to.
or else, I will be threatened by "self-harm"
self-pity,... gaslightings.... victim blaming.... what more???
These are the things occur when someone breach their promise..
The things they shift into..
And guess what, it's all your fault why they broke their words..