My understandings are deep and cold

The ties on my mind begin to unfold

Life’s expectations don’t seem to work out

But I hold them up still, my shoulders are stout

Yet my heart has grown weary, my mind has grown dull

My sight comes out dreary, when my life seems so full

Always an option but never the choice

You hear only whispers but never my voice

Can you see me, hear me, or still feel my touch

I’m gasping and feeling and screaming so much

I twist and pull and rip out my thoughts

Your voice, your taste, your love I’ve sought

When you read this you may think I’m just rambling

I’m sorry but these are my understandings

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