Poems

A Letter to Myself

You lock things up so deep inside that you don’t even know it’s there.

But eventually no matter how deep you lock it up it will surface eventually.

You will cry.

You will get angry.

You will shout.

And you will feel numb.

But you will get over it.

At least that’s what everyone else says.

But I know you better.

You have that special place that never breaks, that ‘vault’.

Never opens.

Never comes to light.

But each time you put something in that ‘vault’.

You lose something.

This is something that not everyone has to begin with.

But is something thing that everyone subconsciously wants a lot of.

You lose your sanity.

And guess what?

Your vault is full.