It all adds up in the end.
This thing within, how long have I held it in? For years, minutes, centuries they are all the same, each time feeling a new pain.
I never asked for this any, but some say Im blessed. Never know whats next, or which way to turn, and the eyes I feel watching me, they seem to burn.
Their presence always lingers, and I never know what they want, are they here to communicate, or just to haunt.
Im not complaining for this is my path, Just sometimes its overwhelming, and like a child in a bath, im drowning.
I just wish I knew what to do, sometimes everything shouldn't be colored in black and blue. Im lost for words right now, but what I write is true.
This thing within, how long have I held it in? For the minutes turn to years, the years turn into centuries and they all add up the same, and all along I have knew this pain.











