There were times when I thought I was crazy.
I cried for no reason.
A part of me was lost and when people asked me what was wrong I couldn't say.
All I couldn't do was feel.
It was on the tip of my tongue but what I felt I couldn't explain.
And even if I did I'd just I hear them say I don't understand.
But that's the thing neither do I.
So I cry for no reason till my eyes ache and sleep eventually takes over.
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PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
