|reblogged from here|
the truth is... i have a hard time speaking the truth sometimes. the last thing i want to do is say something that might hurt your feelings so instead, i keep it inside and hurt myself. the truth is...nothing you say is as hurtful as the things i say to myself. the truth is...i would give my right arm for you, take a bullet for you, step in front of moving train for you. the truth is...my heart hurts because i love you and value your opinion. the truth is...you and i are different, but that doesn't make one wrong or one right. the truth is...my thoughts & feelings don't matter because you can justify everything you say and make no apologies for how you say it. the truth is...i can't change anything, but i would still give my right arm for you, take a bullet for you, step in front of a moving train for you.
the truth is...the truth is worth speaking even when your voice shakes.
searching for some peace & bliss today,