I'M In A Pickle Poem by Stella Andrews

i try to understand,
whats going through my head.
i try to say it out loud,
but it doesn't come out.

i try to write it down,
but it comes out all wrong,
i try to express it in any way,
but i just cant.

So many things in life,
just don't make any sense.
And the things that do,
don't make sense to why they make sense.

i think i've forgotten the most important thing,
and even worse i can't remember what you look like.
but then again i can..

o what am i saying..
to feel alive,
i have to stop feeling dead.
to stop feling dead,
i need to feel alive.
O dear..
i am in a pickle.