If only I had the nerve to tell you, tell you everything about me, and what I'm going through. I know that I want to, yet I don't know if I have to. I do trust you, even if you believe I don't, I really do.
Maybe it's the fact that I don't trust myself, I'm ashamed, and definitely not ready for it. Confrontation just kills me.
Just give me time to sort things out for myself first okay? I promise, your shoulder will be the one I'll cry on.
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