• ashithasuju 6w

    I've been carrying this baggage of unsaid words for long, my heart feels heavy.
    I try to let to let it out by inking words on piece of paper. But the writing never ends. Maybe it's because I dive deep into unrequited bonds, only for it to take me away into the vastness of void. That's when I closed all doors for anyone to reach me. Sometimes, someone dearer keeps knocking, only for them to realize that this door never opens. I stand by the other side not knowing what to do because I'm terrified to do anything, anything I might regret later. After door slamming everyone I get down the steps on never ending melancholy for letting them go without letting them know how much they mean to me