it's hard to explain
the incomprehensible
and overwhelming
emotion,
and lack of emotion,
that I've been bearing for so long
on my own.
you can't fathom
the inability to move,
speak,
eat,
think,
or even see clearly
in this time of irregularity.
all I can really describe
is the hollow feeling
of dragging
this shell of a body with me.
i'm trapped in myself.
when one is like this,
you know that you're not really...
you.
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The way I've chosen to write every word - including the formatting, punctuation, and capitalization errors - represent symbolic significance to me. Explaining everything would expose my personal life in ways that I am extremely uncomfortable with, so please forgive me for anything that disturbes you. In this collection of poetry, I tend to us descriptively vague language to describe specific situations and emotions I've felt, and continue to feel, for the most part. I invite you to guess the battles and experiences I've written about, and to try and find the underlying meanings I've placed in each set of words. Or, even better, find your own meaning. I know that no one might care, but I've written these emotions for the purpose of expressing my distraught, and I am publishing this in an effort to reach out to others in the midst of their own wars.