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I Just Want to Understand.

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LMW-The-Poet

Published: Jan 4, 2015

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You know the shreds of my story.
Lately, I've even given you the glue
So that you can piece it all together,
And just understand me.

So why won't you let me in?

You gave me a sheet of paper,
And bare snippets of the rest.
I tried offering my own glue,
But you just threw it away.

I just want to understand.

I don't want you to hurt,
I just want to know how it feels.
I want to be empathetic,
And maybe even learn sympathy.

I just need you to speak to me.

Tell me what hurts, and let's dissect it
And understand why it's killing you.
Just let me in so that I, too, can see -
And together we can beat it down.

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I trust her enough to tell her everything. Everything. I want her to intervene with my story and fix everything with her realistic sympathy.

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(Sure, I'm the disaster now, but she's still broken too.)

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senpaiyin

Jan 14, 2015

honestly i can understand your friend, when people come to me crying i try to comfort them (don't think i'm very good at it though), but i'm thinking that they're weak even though i know thats not true, i would never ask anyone for help, i normally just wait it out, and act happy, i don't think anyone notices, but i could be wrong.

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