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Friday, February 26, 2016

Cut it Down


How many things do you need to bury
in order to move on?

Half of you is here,
while the other half
is rooted deeply behind you
in a dark place where you're unable
to see the faces of those who care for you.

They don't care about your past
or cater to the guilt you feel.

People worth calling friends are really family
when the rest of the world
seems to be fed up with you;

when the last face you want to see is your own,
look to theirs for comfort.

You never fully understand someone
unless you've lived their past
and with full contentment
realize how little you really have,

and remember when you need to be heard,
just listen to yourself first
to be sure you're still making sense
in such a nonsensical world.