I take my pen.
I let the ink bleed out.
I scrawl across the paper,
Every thought and every doubt.
I write out my feelings,
Letter by letter,
My words of pain and anguish,
To try and make me feel better.
I bottle up my message,
My thoughts, my feelings too.
I keep it close and never let go.
What else am I to do?
Does it work?
I suppose it's some release.
For when it comes to speaking things,
My words are flown away on the breeze.
People only worry.
Do they really need the truth?
The truth of my thoughts and feelings,
The troubles of a youth.
So I bottle up my message,
My thoughts, my feelings too.
I keep it close and never let go.
What else am I to do?
Others wouldn't understand.
They'd say I'm over exaggerating,
That I'm not really sad,
And I'd feel my happiness evaporating.
That's why I bottle up my message,
Write my emotions down and wait,
For things to start getting better,
Or even start getting great.
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Bottled Up
PoetryThis song is about how I've been feeling off and on for the past year or two. I just want to say thank you to anyone who has ever been there for me and to a particular group of friends who, even if they don't realise it, mean the absolute world to m...
