Unexpressed

August 13th, 2020

Putting thoughts on paper
Shouldn’t be this hard
Because when I’m with my notebook
It’s safe to drop my guard
But I leave things unresolved
In the back of my mind
Like an archived checklist
Of why I’m not fine
My thoughts are just that
They’ll never be more
But if I can’t explain it
What am I writing this for

Crutch

January 17th, 2010

I didn’t want to write that
But the thought won’t leave my mind
And in my prior journal
I thought I left you behind
But here you are on these pages
One turned into two
And as this book is filling up
I know it’s because of you
I took to writing because
There were problems to work through
Now those thoughts don’t fill my verses
As much as these things about you
I forgot how much I needed this
But I know I don’t need you
Then you fill me with confusion
And I don’t know what to do
I’m writing on the paper
But it doesn’t mean that much
And these words are adding up
Though this is nothing but a crutch

Uncontrollable

January 8th, 2010

I’m carried by my feet
They’re taking me away
Off onto a journey
But I don’t know the way
I’m dragged by my arms
A grip so strong
I tried to doubt my feelings
Even though I knew I was wrong
I’m pushed from behind
I’m so compelled to go
Because I followed a wrong path
To a place I didn’t know
I don’t want to be here
I hate this state of mind
I hate losing control
And I hate feeling this blind
But now I have no grip
And I have no place to stand
Because once I was on edge
You let go of my hand