Words on a letter
I have so much to say but little words to use,
I can't fully explain but they burn inside me and provide a muse,
a muse that channels the pain but still provides so little words so i sit here in vain,
I don't know where to go to release the words so I vent to walls and hope they come to my aid,
I see a clear picture in my dream of how i feel but reality provides no means to let my heart heal
it's torture when I wake cause all I can feel is my tears burst and they keep me wide awake to satisfy my muse,
but still the letters i wrote to vent out only have a way to the patterns of my dysfunction with hate,
the very pieces I wrote tore me down to wall as reality stood right at my feet and I could not write any more.

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