There are? Still...

there are words i'm trying to say
though the letters are still missing,

there are things i'm trying to find
though i still know the pieces are everywhere,

there are excuses i'm trying to create
though they are still meant for lying,

there are reasons i'm trying to look at
though the bits and details still confuse me,

there are questions i'm trying to ask
though the answers are still lame,

there are broken hearts i'm trying to mend
though i'm still struggling to fix mine,

there are men i'm searching for
though i still know they come and go.

now
i'm left with these i can barely do
'why am i still trying?' i can hardly reply.
can i just pretend they never exist? never occur? never happen?


maybe i'm confused
*damn..