They hear me sigh,
See me cry and wonder,
Only wonder why,
I feel so broken.
When nothing bad
Goes on or happens,
But I still feel the same.
The same emptiness
That spirals me down,
Down, down the cliffside.
I’ve tried to spin words
To feed them understanding,
Though they keep demanding
An explanation they can fit,
File under feelings, they clearly
Have never tasted.