I don't talk much, but when I do it is very rare.
At times I use my thinking as if I am talking.
I try to hard to please others.
But I think that I'm just over thinking.
Even if I am not, I feel weird trying.
People tell me things that are cruel.
I hold those things too tight.
I never let go.
Many people ask how or why my life is this way
but I just sit in silence.
Like they really care I mean, if they did they would have asked long ago.
Instead of now while I'm slowly breaking,
limb from limb till one just gives out.
As I sit here typing the ways of how I feel,
Tis not only how I have both hands open trying to crush those feelings away,
But I threw the underserved memories away with them.
As I try to recoup how sad my life has been for the past four years,
I realize I have a choice.
And I will heal again.
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Poetry#sad #trying #WillGetBetter Life is great you just need to learn how to drive it instead of sitting behind the wheel letting yourself crash every time.
