Why did I choose to stop feeling
Holding everything inside?
How did I befriend emptiness and sorrow
Taking it all in stride?
When did I decide to stifle the laughter
Instead embracing saddened eyes
Where was I when I looked in the mirror
To wave myself goodbye?
What made me think it would be better
In the darkest thoughts to hide?
Who would ever be able to show me
A view of myself from the outside?
B. Alan Hart
Written January 17th, 2011
Looking back, this was nothing more than a cry for help from someone who had no idea (at the time) how to ask for it.
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