Sometimes I wish there’s someone
I can talk with about everything.
About anything.
They don’t even need
to say a word.
No need to agree
or disagree
with what I say.
Allow me to laugh.
Allow me to breakdown.
And just listen.
Just listen to what I
Truly want to say.
What I’ve been through.
What I’m going through.
Or what I’ll be going through.
But there’s no one
I can trust these days.
Words always get twisted.
No one to lean on.
No one to listen.
Why?
When I just want to let it all out?
It’s sad, ain’t it?
Just sad.
To have so much to say
but not one soul to tell it to.
No one willing to lend an ear.
No one patient enough
or kind enough
to listen to someone
who is nothing but sad.
HappymessHappiness 