Some days I fall apart
And it's not just crying
Or a search for my part
Because my place has yet to be found
My home no where to be seen
I fall apart because I don't know what I mean
My mind speaks in puzzles
My heart but muffled cries through its muzzle
My brain screams in tongues
Forgiving and forgetting isn't easy for the broken ones
I fall apart as I drive
And cry for a place for my life to come to consistence
I'm no longer living just surviving in this chaos of existence
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Ballad of an over thinker
PoetryHealing from bad relationships in the form of words. Some might be personal but hopefully this can help someone.
