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Im so sick of this
I have words I want to say but I keep telling myself I cant write
Oh but what do you know?
Im writing
And Im gonna keep writing because I dont want to lose it
Its so ardeous, excruciating and indescribable
Just to get these words on the page
The things in my head are going around and around
And theyre making me dizzy
Ive stopped thinking straight, I cant walk the straight line anymore
I keep falling over and again
and again
Who knows, I'll just keep writing to organise my thoughts
But even then, how?
Who?
When?
Where?
and the big question...
Why?
But I've asked it before
All I heard in return was the echo of my voice before it faded
Into the dark night
And the wind blew into my hair
Brushing my body
And trying to wipe away my tears as they run down my face
It doesnt work
It never works
Ever