Things are so much harder
When all your feelings are bottled up
And you don't know what's keeping them inside
But
You can't get them out
And everything inside you amplifies and hurts ten times more than if you would
Just
Write
But you can't
And you don't know why
It's so hard
Because nothing you want to say comes up and nothing you do feels right
And it's just
So
Hard
To keep on being human
To live like everyone else
You don't feel like everyone else. You feel different. Sadder.
Almost like the only thing that could save you was hiding away from you.
Your writing.
Your love for words is there but your inspiration is

G
O
N
E

It's hidden somewhere
In the depths of your soul
It's hiding from something you haven't yet discovered.
It's hiding well.
You wonder for how long it will hurt.