Everyone is fighting battles that no one else knows about. Our silent struggles. Our secret battle wounds. Our hidden scars.
We can talk about it. We can tell our friends. We can ask our family for help.
But we don't. Not always. Not even when they offer their help.
Because despite of everything, you know once they get into the same battle as you are in, they will get hurt. Maybe not as much, but maybe even more.
Our struggles will be their struggles.
Our battle wounds will be their battle wounds.
And our scars will be their scars.
And we love them too much to not let that happen.
We love them too much.
It doesn't make sense. I know.
I am not saying you shouldn't talk to people about it. I am not discouraging you to tell people about your problems.
I am just saying that, I understand if you won't. It's not that you don't trust people. It's not that you are being stubborn, antisocial and wanting to be independent.
It's you, in your own ridiculous way, of protecting the people that you care about.
We can talk about it. We can tell our friends. We can ask our family for help.
But we don't. Not always. Not even when they offer their help.
Because despite of everything, you know once they get into the same battle as you are in, they will get hurt. Maybe not as much, but maybe even more.
Our struggles will be their struggles.
Our battle wounds will be their battle wounds.
And our scars will be their scars.
And we love them too much to not let that happen.
We love them too much.
It doesn't make sense. I know.
I am not saying you shouldn't talk to people about it. I am not discouraging you to tell people about your problems.
I am just saying that, I understand if you won't. It's not that you don't trust people. It's not that you are being stubborn, antisocial and wanting to be independent.
It's you, in your own ridiculous way, of protecting the people that you care about.
