keep me going

if i could translate these blank gaze into words, 

i believe it'd crush so many hearts of the people i love,

including mine. 

if i could interpret these empty stares,

it'd caused so much damage to these patched up wounds,

the ones that healed up nicely,

right?

ah, yes. the ones that healed up nicely.

the ones that none nobody know,

it bleeds at times.

it oozes out in silence,

without me realizing sometimes.

that i hurriedly appease,

so it won't get brought up in a conversation,

so the pity face goes away,

the 'checking in, u okay?' text dissapeared,

the sleeping with unlocked doors, stops.

the battles i fought, 

trials i endured,

the wounds i mend, 

all of it,

I'll transcend.

even it denies my path,

it's the hearts of those I cherish,

matters.

not bleeding (i promise),

aisha.