måndag 13 oktober 2014

I can't come up with them anymore,
Words I mean.
I'm all out, trying to speak in silence.

I wanna scream, but what for?
I wanna cry, but still why?
All I can do is paint,
Try to erase the pain.

The black colour over the words I once wrote.
Because they mean nothing anymore.
You won't read them, and even if you did.
You would not understand them anymore.

If feel a raging storm inside.
A nervous breakdown.
I haven't felt in years.
I hate this,
All of it.

The darkness, the black ink floods out over the table.
No words to be seen.
And everything I ever felt for you,
Is slowly vanishing,
With a touch of regret.