If I were to count the many ways that I felt
I would be counting forever.
I feel so much
I feel everything
But is it all real?
Do I imagine some of it?
How can I feel so much
And yet not know what I feel?
What is life without feeling?
What is life with feeling?
When will I learn to know?
How can I go on like this?
I can’t.
I must brake my shell.
I must open my heart
I must learn to cry
Learn to be sad
Learn when to be angry
I must learn to feel again
I must learn to be.
If not for you
Then all for me.
 
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