i try to understand, <br />whats going through my head. <br />i try to say it out loud, <br />but it doesn't come out. <br /> <br />i try to write it down, <br />but it comes out all wrong, <br />i try to express it in any way, <br />but i just cant. <br /> <br />So many things in life, <br />just don't make any sense. <br />And the things that do, <br />don't make sense to why they make sense. <br /> <br />i think i've forgotten the most important thing, <br />and even worse i can't remember what you look like. <br />but then again i can.. <br /> <br />o what am i saying.. <br />to feel alive, <br />i have to stop feeling dead. <br />to stop feling dead, <br />i need to feel alive. <br />O dear.. <br />i am in a pickle.<br /><br />Stella Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-in-a-pickle/
