The Baby Cries in Black and White (journal + poetry)

Feel

I feel too much
I can't control it
I am overflowing with emotions
They have no purpose
Other than to cast a shadow on my every move
I can't cry when I'm clinging to reality
I can't think anything through
I can't handle the waiting
From each moment to the next
Though I keep coming back
To a familiar vice
The only feeling I can control
Even if it is pain
At least it is power