perished thoughts

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