Overflowing

We've gone way past the brink of full

Overflowing with emotion,

But at a loss for words

The path would be clear

If not for the flood of triggers.

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There isn't room in our room

There isn't space in the space

And the bucket keeps overflowing

Seeping into our happiness

And dampening it.

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The silence isn't quiet

Even with all the words unsaid

It's drowning us in the deep

And washing away our joy

With every drop that spills over the edge.

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How do we bail ourselves out of this

Can we even find a way

Does it ever stop filling

And let us catch up

Or are we drenched in too much hurt?