I Don’t Know

I don’t know how to arrange these words,

So they’d make sense,

Somehow.

I don’t know how to be there, sometimes,

When it all counts.

I don’t know how to get out of my head,

We seem closer there,

It is a mess; an exhausting chaos.

I don’t know my resolve, anymore,

It shatters at the slightest hit these days.

 

I don’t know why I am writing this particularly,

I have nothing to say after all.

I don’t know what the future holds,

I don’t want to think about it, not really.

I don’t know how this all pans out,

How do I make sense of shifting time without losing my mind?

I don’t know how to be warm,

Without leaving some parts out.

I don’t know a lot of things,

I reckon I never will.

I don’t know anything anymore,

It feels.

I don’t know why I feel so trapped,

When everything seems to be working fine.

I don’t know how to let myself out.

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