When someone asks you if you understand, they really don't expect you too. Ultimately no one can understand you more than yourself. They say nothing teaches us like our experiences. That you have no idea what it's like to feel heart break until you actually go through it. I really don't understand at all. So if that's true, won't all my feelings be irrelevant. Is it because its all in my head? Then wouldn't all poetry be irrelevant as well. Do I need to die first to write about death? Do I need to fall in love in order to write about it? To actually know what it feels like. If you read a painful poem, written so beautifully about an unrequited love, wouldn't you feel the emotions scattered by the writer? The heart torn open for a story to be told. But you later come to find out the author wrote it about someone else who went through it. Could you have told the difference if you had not known? My truth is mine, even if its not visible to the eyes. Even if it may seem delusional. Nothing can take away what I feel, its my truth.