I can't compose songs but I could construct words. I can't talk to you personally but I could chat with you eagerly. Good morning, good afternoons, good evenings and goodnight are nice but could be better if you're safe at those times.

Hey, I'm not that sweet, bitter nor sour. I could be the salt or all kinds of seasonings to make you feel better. I know you like onion, your outermost layer is your facade, your inner, the fragile gem, that I am afraid to break. I knew it better cause I may not witness it personally but I've seen it and feel it gradually. Delusional may it seem but hey, I knew it better.

I may not be attentive most of the time, but I'll make sure that your comfort is my role to make it fine. Hey, I'm stupid I know but I knew it better. I'm your friend Afterall. I've known most of your broken stories, I've witnessed how you break down, how those tears fall and how you built walls. I've seen you conquer your fears but recently, it seems those fears surround you likely, how bad is it? Your wounds, you already have a lot of scars then fresh wounds show up.

I can't seem to find myself not to interfere cause it hurts really. Seeing you tired, feeling of losing your senses and turning numb. It hurts so badly. It's like battling someone knowing that you weren't capable defeating the latter, can't even lay a finger. You've built your walls, it's fine. Cause I know it would protect you.

I know you're tired, sick and numb enough to carry out all those unseen burdens that keep on coming, and it rapidly consumes all your strength. Hold on, stay strong. Proud of you yesterday, today, tomorrow, and the next day.

Hold on and keep fighting on.

© @LVIETH