All the things I never could say
The words left unspoken
The conversations I should have had
Everything I needed to say, should have said, but did not
A healing balm on my scars
The needle and thread that stitches up my broken, bleeding heart
The sheet of paper that allows me to dump all my
Emotional angst onto it
The silent listener who never judges just listens
The emotionally instable person who from their hands
We get great works of art and a look into the beauty
Of such things as depression, bipolar disorder, and schizophrenia
The quiet, misunderstood kid in the corner who no one
Says anything about except "they're quiet" or "they're nice"
The only way to see behind my wall of stupid jokes,
Sarcasm, fake smiles, and weirdness
A way to see who I really am
The story of my feelings, of us, of experiences, of me
Poetry is and was:
My constant when others are not and were not
My saving grace
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