All I wanted is the truth of what this was all about. You could never give me that. I asked in every way I could muster and still nothing. I have nothing from you but pain and emptiness. There's not even anything to write about anymore. You killed everything with your noble silence. You wouldn't even share your crayons. "All I have is what I don't"...the truth.

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I do not fully understand this right now. At first I believed it was not written for me. But then I realized that it is meant for me. For me to write down and store away for now, then when I do need it, your words will be waiting for me and will bring light back into my life. I love you, thank you for you.

If you're tired of trying to fall asleep, sleep on it and try again tomorrow.

If you're all out of promises, I have one left for you: The Earth is still here as long as you're alive.

If you want to yell out your frustrations, I'll understand, just understand that the whole world is screaming, mostly complaining about the noise.

If you're worried about having the poetry knocked out of you of you when you're older, don't. Old blood bleeds as good as new.

If you've got nothing left to feel, just pay the bill and walk away.

If there's anything else, let me know.