I wished you knew that even if I don't exhibit my feelings, it doesn't mean that I don't bleed.
And when I do profusely, I wished you knew how that really hurts.
At times, I wished you knew your words and your actions have such a blemishing impact on me.
I wished you knew I've been weakened mentally by you because it's always such an exhaustive struggle putting up with myself to regain that slight logic and sanity back.
I wished you knew I truly care and taking you for granted has never crossed my mind at all.
And I wished you had thought the same about me. But do you?
I really wished you knew how I feel about you. You knew it, don't you?
So why? I wished I knew now.
