Credit to Annette Baker

The world through my eyes, and the experiences of others.

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[Signal]

Connected by a mere signal.

Torn apart by sheer land.

Forever understanding each other. 

But not to the fullest.

Understanding the ins but not the outs.

It’s half there.

The ones in the most pain.

Are the best at hiding it.

[Pieces]

All around I see broken people. 

People who need all the mending they can get.

Oddly attracted to those who are in pain 

Those who don’t want to show it.

I’m there for everyone but myself.

Selfless, no one there to pick up my pieces.

[Bandaid]

I'm kind of like a bandaid.

Don’t notice when it’s there.

So crucial to healing wounds.

On real quick, done.

Causing pain when peeling it off.

I never need a bandaid. 

But sure wish I had one.

[Curiosity]

I’m always pondering.

Of the minds closest.

Wanting to help so bad.

Hoping for a cry for guidance. 

But one never comes.

Deep inside I think.

I kind of understand the origin of depression. 

Not quite understanding, but wanting to. 

Willing to take the burdens of others.

What they don’t need, and experience it.

To the fullest extent.

08-27-19 / 08-28-19

[Satisfaction] 

Wanting to dig, but given no shovel.

Wanting to know, but given no words.

Wanting to see, but given nothing to look at.

Wanting to mend, but given no wounds.

Wanting to carry, but given no burdens.

Crying for help, but nothing is heard.

It is not heard, it is discovered.

Not a sound is made.

Never truly satisfied, always wanting to support.

But given nothing to stand on. 

[Lost]

Not broken, but lost.

Adventurous, but doesn’t take a step.

Misguided, but doesn’t have directions

In a world of opportunities, none are appealing.

Like a text cursor, blinking, blinking, blinking.

Ready to write, but the keys are never pressed.

Not able to speak. Misunderstood, misconceived.

Belittled, scorned, criticized. 

But the reasons have no explanations.

Anger, no other emotion to feel.

Always angry it seems, kind of an empty feeling.

Everything that is gained, is taken.

A lot that is missing.

Anchored down from apathy

Apathy born from disabling love

[Pain]

I don’t cry for myself, but others.

I have pain, that pain is not mine.

I take pain and make it my own.

Feeling what they feel.

One to the other.

Like siphoning gas.

But not thievery.

Angelic, uplifting them.

I am not depressed.

Sadness helps express myself.

08-29-19 / 08-30-19

[Memories]

Memories good and bad.

Memories sad and mad.

Memories adventurous and shy

Memories nonetheless.

Memories forgotten.

Like they didn’t matter.

Lost, unfamiliar with these emotions.

Acting on a whim, a blind rage.

But not raging, just lost.

Throwing hints into the air.

Hoping for someone to notice.

Using music as an escape.

Hopefully forgetting the hurt.

Something that can’t be forgotten.

Wanting to impair the emotions.

Memories fresh, still there.

Memories that matter.

Memories that mattered.

[Words]

Words can do anything they want.

Words hold power.

Words hold impact.

Words hold hidden significance

Words hold death.

Words are greater than war.

Words are used in all the wrong ways.

Words that lie.

Words held accountable.

He said she said.

If used right, truth, honesty, and loyalty.

They can deal wonders to the world.

Unknown of their secrets.

Never used.