when we speak, do we listen?
should we let a word slip to nothing, the meaning may not remain
if you take out a single piece the puzzle becomes incomplete
we say we understand, but I must admit that what makes me feel
might not be what makes you feel
and how I feel, could be so different
than how you feel.
If I could find a way to say how I feel inside
would you even want to know?
the pain we feel must be suffered through
why would I say the words, hoping you feel it too
so selfish in a desperate hope to drag another into it
to not be alone with the nightmare
whose flaming hooves so unfortunately know the path from my heart to yours