maybe things are meant to be kept to yourself

maybe you should never express them to the right person

maybe hellopoetry is the only friend i have
maybe i should never post all those letters
maybe my love for you is lust
maybe even if i did tell you,
you would hate me again
maybe the world could be my witness
that this is true, and i am not making it up

but sacrifices should be made,
and i sacrifice this pain and feelings for you
not by showing, but by keeping it inside
until death rip it out of my heart
maybe i can never be the happiness to you
maybe i just suck since day 1

maybe you have even questioned God about my existence

i hope you find back your peace
and live your life as happy as eating cheese
may you forget all your bothering worries
i cant bear see you crying reminiscing of the things you miss

and i cant fix any of your cracks
im sorry i suck