No words can explain how I feel.
No picture can paint my mind.
No video can show my emotions.
No explanation will make them understand.
No thoughts will save me.
None of my emotions are controlled.
No understandment will make them believe.
No savior will make me clean.
Not having control is how I feel.
No one believing is something I'm used to.
Nothing that is clean will make me feel pure.
Not having feelings is easier.
Not being used to trusting people is deceiving.
Nothing that is pure will heal me.
Not being easy to understand is hard.
Not having anyone is lonely.
Not believing in yourself makes things rough.
I've learned that the only person I can rely on is myself.
Even when I let myself down,
I know that I am the only one
Who will ever make an effort to pick me up again.
~a.k.
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Polaroid Poems
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