Felt, Not Said

Felt, Not Said Unsaid thoughts

23/07/2026

I never meant to bring you pain,

Or cast a shadow in the rain.

I am just human, flawed and true,

Who lost their way while loving you.

I know I’ve fallen short before,

And left a heart bruised to the core.

I’m sorry for the tears you’ve cried,

And for the times I hurt your pride.

Trust takes time to heal and grow,

More than simple words can show—

But every step I take from here

Will prove my love is true and dear.

Please forgive me, hold my hand,

And help me make you understand.

12/01/2026

Hindi Ko Rin Alam

May mga tanong na hindi nila tinanong,
at mga sagot na hindi ko rin alam.
Kapag sinabi nilang “Ano bang gusto mo?”
ngumiti lang ako—
dahil kahit ako, hindi sigurado.

Hindi ako nangarap nang malakas.
Hindi ako humiling para sa sarili.
Sanay akong tumingin sa iba,
kung ano ang kulang nila,
kung saan ako pwedeng sumalo.

Ang alam ko lang: gusto kong tumulong.
Kahit mapagod, kahit maubos.
Kahit walang makapansin
na unti-unti akong nawawala
sa gitna ng pagiging “kailangan.”

Mabigat pala ang walang gustong ipaglaban
para sa sarili—
dahil paano mo hihilingin ang pahinga
kung hindi mo alam
kung saan ka dapat huminto?

18/12/2025

Can I Give Up?

My chest feels crowded with borrowed air,
every breath a debt I never agreed to owe.
The world keeps knocking with loud, bright hands,
and I’m tired of answering like I’m okay.

Stress hums beneath my skin like static,
a thousand unfinished thoughts talking at once.
I smile on cue, I nod, I try—
but inside, I’m quietly folding in on myself.

I want to feel alone, not lonely,
there’s a difference people rarely see.
Alone is silence without expectations,
a room where I don’t have to be *me*.

Can I give up—not forever,
just long enough to rest my name?
To stop carrying everyone’s weather
like it’s my job to make the sky behave.

I don’t want saving speeches or silver lines,
I want the right to be unfinished.
To sit with my sadness without fixing it,
to breathe without proving I’m strong.

If I disappear into a softer moment,
please don’t call it weakness or defeat.
Sometimes giving up is just pausing,
laying the armor at my feet.

So I whisper this question to the dark,
not as an ending, but a plea:
Can I give up—just for tonight—
and let myself finally be free?

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