WordsAbout a thousand pounds,My memories carry.Lately,These feelings have remained hidden,Locked aways so the rest of the world won't know.Days seem to move so slowly,While minutes fly by.It seems so different now...No longer do I feel hate,Or even depression...I just feel...Happy.People can read this,And, maybe, see some words,Never said.But someone,Who really understands,Will see, not hidden words,But my lost, beating heart.
BrEaKdOwNMy heart,My mind,My words,Stolen...Where are they?I need them,Now that I'm seeing and hearing,More of what's broken my heart.You're here,Not running away,Not completely invisible...What does all of this mean?Have you finally grown-up,Or have I finally lost it?I can't tell you,What I want to tell you,...What I need to tell you,To finally set me free.But, Because of me and you.I'm afraid of what you would,Think,Say,React.I'm also afraid,That if I say the words I want to,You...Might take pity and sacrifice your happiness,For mineBut what I am most afraid of,Is never understanding why,
Conflict with MyselfI want to! I really want to!But also, I can't. It doesn't feel rightThis is what I've been trying to get at....But if I've worked so hard, For so little... Why should I even do this?Well maybe I can wait this out, Eventually the choice is going to be made for me...Yes...That sounds like what I should do....Wait