Echoes of the Heart -part 1

Wanted to write the most wrecking poem. But who is to blame? This isn't as easy. Not so lemony squeezy. Turns out, I'm not so good with words. That would explain mie recent works. Anxieties getting the best of me. Don't get me started with the thoughts. Not so easy to let them go. I've tried countless times. I've even cried many times. It's true what they say. Once you have them, there's no going back. I don't jus need to get therapy. I also need to get happy. It's a thought. We all have them. Damn, I'm lost. And I'll never be found. But I'm not that lost. Yet I'll never be found. Couldn't even follow any structure. That's mie other struggle. Kinda feel strangled. Strangled by a thread. It cuts deeper than a sword. Shattering the only soul. It's sharper than a diamond. It's harder than a diamond. But more painful than anything. But that's not all. There's still more. A whole lot more. But can't be let all out.