I am accumulating drafts again.
Things I thought I needed to say,
But that I didn’t find good enough
To be seen by others; by strangers.
Who cares what I think?
But that’s exactly what I need
To find out. Who cares?
I need to find you
So I can tell you everything
That’s burning inside me,
Because writing it all down
Doesn’t do away with all the pain.