When I was driving back home tonight, I felt like my heart was screaming out at the top of its voice saying, “Please, listen to me just for once” but unfortunately it was my heart screaming, it can’t be heard by others. It felt like my heart was going to tear open my chest and come out, it felt so suffocating as if it was buried in there forever. No, I do not want to talk when someone asks me to talk; I want to talk when I feel like talking, when I need to talk to someone. I try talking to someone, I wait till they finish and I suddenly realize they are done talking and they are gone.
Things that I want to say, things I feel like expressing are left behind with me. I have this smile on my face all the time, when I felt like my heart was bursting out; it would have asked me “who are you cheating with your smile, People around you or your own self?” I do not have an answer to this. I try talking and I say something or the other that hurts the person, things are taken personal and I again end up not being able to speak. To some I can’t speak because I hurt those in the past and to some I can’t because I am scared I will hurt in present. I feel like standing on the roof of the 16 storied building next to my office and yelling out at the top of my voice and I still don’t think anyone would hear me. I can’t blame others for this because it’s not a one off incident, it happens with everyone. Every time I talk to someone I am worried that I might say something that will hurt them.
Talking to my parents and sister am worried I will hurt them; talking to a few of my best friends I am scared I might hurt them. Will I ever speak my heart out? I feel like I am living someone else’s life. I am trying to run away from myself and to find out if it is me that is alive or if it’s just my thoughts that are alive in someone else. It’s so suffocating to be like this. Please stop saying I am strong, I am good, I am smart; no I am none…I am overly sensitive, strong outside but even more weak inside. I am breaking down. I dread the day I crack. I can just pray that it never happens. When I try and call someone, ask them (some people that are really close to me) to say something about what’s going on with me and I get a question back, “What do you want me to say?” I really wish I could communicate normally to just one person that is willing to listen to me and my heart, a person that I am not worried of hurting because that person understands me enough not to take anything personal or apply anything to self.