Things I say…
They don’t always mean,
Exactly what I said.
But what is seen?
I feel so dead…
Can you understand my broken thoughts?
Have they consumed your mind in a thousand knots?
I didn’t ever want to be this way, right here.
But somwhow I made it; I’m the person I fear.
To all the things that I have said,
There’s a thousand thoughts I left for dead.
You can never hear a single one, even part,
If you never ask what’s on my heart.
I tell you that I’m so afraid, and it’s so true.
But you never thought to ask me to…
Am I emptier than the thoughts of the thoughtless?
Or simply as confused as those who want to feel less….?