An untailing mix

My stories are a sad desperation letter of confusion. A ball of stress, a true messy mess. I want to write love letters, magical poems, and stories of happy endings. But my words turn into sauce, and pours over my wounded and sore heart as I continue to feel how I feel. Lost and wanting answers, but mixed emotions keep me desperately lost and continuing my search for inner happiness. I crawl around like a new born as I forget how to walk. I feel numb like a brick wall as I forget how to feel. My tears forget how to fall, and happiness never calls. My paper is my friend, it listens to all of my secrets within. I continue to share and write, and my troubles settle in this never ending fight.