I didn't realize how sad my eyes had gotten.
I’ve forgotten the pain they feel.
I didn't know that pushing it down
Didn’t make bloody wounds heal.
I've lost the old persona.
I can't find my past charade.
I wish I could forget who I am
To make the problems go away.
I'm not informed on how to fix this.
I can not cry anymore.
Where is my joy when I need it most,
And why does it walk right out the door?
I can't believe I'm speechless.
I hate that I'm not right.
When will I learn to not be upset
Only when I’m out of sight?
But the issues get worse with time
Because time doesn't heal all wounds.
It makes matters worse since it helps fester
Until the anger has no room.