i am someone with my door closed when people come home and then knocked out i do make them wait to convince either they actually coming for me, or not but they don't have enough patience they left just before i wish i'll be more open -this time. they don't know how much i'm struggling with my trauma to let people in and you can't use me just for your wasted love, my darling. i know well what it feels, to not become part of somebody's life that i wish to be it

i know well what it feels, to just being removed by the one that you once loved, more than you did to yourself

and i'm just union of pieces but still i try to love me. | anchor.fm/dea-cantika