I wish I had the words to explain myself,
if I did everything about me would be easy to understand.
But my explanations don't have words because there is no meaning.


yet

8:25pm
I fear when people ask me how i feel
I could sit you down for hours, days
And explain how I've felt everything
All at once
Could explain how there's times I cry to much or myself to sleep
Could explain how i smile and sometimes it's real and sometimes it is not
Could explain that fear eats me whole and that i am constantly paranoid
That my future scares me
Could explain when there are times i do not feel loved or when i feel alone
I feel to much lately these feelings are becoming numb
And i do not have anyone to ask me how i feel, so I'll continue to keep this bottled and until then I'll explain it to myself.

I want people to understand,
Yet I refuse to explain.

Everything is easier said than done.
The struggle is the struggle.
No wrong is lesser than another,
no struggle better than another.
We all have our own trials.