I love to listen, but I never tell anyone what’s inside me.
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious.
Too deep, too shallow.
Too sensitive, too cold-hearted.
I’m not one thing.
I’m everything at once.
A contradiction trying to understand itself.
I’m paradoxical.
I like to be happy, but I think about sad things all the time.
I don’t really like myself, but I love the person I’ve become.
I say I don’t care, but I care too much, deep into my bones.
I healed people, but I broke my own heart trying to fix them.
Do not put out your fire, just because someone else doesn't understand your flame, not everyone will see your light, and that's okay, some people are not meant to feel your warmth, keep burning anyway!
I can't make you understand. I can't make anyone understand what is happening inside of me. I can't even explain it to myself. I can't make you understand. I can't make anyone understand what is happening inside of me. I can't even explain it to myself