Hold back love

We talked.
We swam.
We holded.
We touched.
We hugged.
That wring the heart.
I dread to turn around.
Never daring to look.
Pretending I can hide up above.
Dodging around.
Daren't to come any closer.
Couldn't bare to hurt the feelings again.
Trying to be nice and strong, as he said.
Just stood looking at him from a distance.
Or....
I should have left....

Life goes on

Pretend  to be happy,
talking a lot and laughing out loud,
so that nobody would know what's really inside.
But at the end of the day,
I always find myself all alone,
encountering the crucial truth that I'm too broken inside that not even a million laughter can take it away.

Everyone thinks I'm fine.
Some days even I think I'm fine.
But I'm not. I'm not fine at all.
But most of all, I'm just tired of being tired.