Wiped tears and hidden scars.
Mind full of battles and wars.
Staring at the ceiling or at the stars.
Drinking vodka at a random bar.
Chose to stay quiet, chose not to talk.
If I'd write my thoughts on the board, I'd run out of chalk.
For my thoughts are too many, too many for me to count.
So, I'll just keep my mouth shut and go for a walk.
Restless nights and exhausting days.
Fear of people leaving, no clue who'll stay.
Don't know if I'll ever find my way.
But I'll just nod and say that I'm okay.
Times when I'm cold and uninterested.
When my patience is really tested.
Forgive me if that ever happened.
Forgive me if your time with me was wasted.
I've made poems like this before.
Poems I wrote on paper while I was by the shore.
I've decided to shut up, to close my doors.
For I cannot explain myself furthermore.