Part Of Me.

 I write what I can't speak.
What I feel,
And the demons I choose to hide.

I concentrate on the past,
With the tears and the heartache.
Almost like I'm whining.
Though I know better.
It's where I fell apart,
When I lost myself.

I could look in the mirror and find my green eyes,
Though they carry no spark.
I could see how much weight I've lost,
Though I still torture myself to lose more.

Emotions scattered among thoughts.

Part of me longs for a companion,
Someone who can understand this confusion of pain.
The other side knows better.

I'll never drop this pen,
It's the only way I can cope.
Understand.

You adapt and learn,
To smile and laugh,
To cry and sob.
Make friends and remember you have family.
Lean just slightly,
Let them realize you're still here,
And you're still human.

I'm not sure if this was something I hid for years.
But this urge was too strong.
It had to be written down.
For someone else to read.
So I can let it go.
Finally,
Relax.