Sometimes I think I feel too much
To the point where it's not normal
I shouldn't be able to feel overwhelmed
when I need to be focused.
The sudden urge to cry on a Sunday morning for the dear sake of tears
trailing down my fresh face
unable to breathe
for the sake of breathing
no amount of oxygen can fill my lungs
to satisfaction.
Ask me why
but I'll have no answers.
I've asked myself plenty of times
Sometimes I can hold on to my emotions
when I want to be strong
But that one nudge could knock down
the damn I've built
the tears will flow
pieces of wood block my airways
my feelings will scatter
unable to align themselves
my mind unable to comprehend
what is going on.
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Don't forget to water the roses
PoetryPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
