Just a Hint

Nothing yet, it just won't come. The words are only senseless rhymes. The pain is fresh, I don't feel numb. That's just the way it goes sometimes. Leave's me wondering should I jump. Tell the tale of where I've been. End it all and throw it in the dump. But just know that it's not a sin. Some people just have to travel far. To just get back to where they are. Leave it all behind just to get it back. It takes a little finesse and a little knack. You ask yourselves what's she talking about. She? There we go, now you know. I've come to this place where there's no doubt. Things have gotten where they're starting to show. There is a way for you to see. The other side of what is me. But puzzles are made to make you think. You'll have to read my other link.* *link means my last poem.