The unsaid 💔
Some things are better left unsaid, which I generally realise right after I said them. Has the feeling ever hit you? One which makes you realise how much exhausted you are. Life has mentally drained you and you’ve hit, what you perceive as rock bottom. Time and again, you’ve tried to voice your feelings, your sentiments, your emotions, but to no avail, the sound falls on deaf ears. And after the universe has triggered events that have messed you enough, you realise “It’s too much”, but it’s too late now. You’re hurt, frustrated, irritated, enraged, depressed, anxious and paranoid, but you can’t talk to anyone, you can’t explain it to anyone because you fear the same old result – more paranoia, more frustration, more fights, more losses and even more grief. You feel it’s better to keep quiet and endure. You don’t even have the energy to fight anymore, and you feel, if you have to voice your every sentiment, every emotion every time and still get the same ignorance, have the others ...