Thoughts in the Garden

Page Seven

there are endless sentences that wrap around my brain; they strangle and suffocate me, leaving me breathless and unable to speak these words that hurt so badly to be set free 

and what do i do?

i sit in silence, tears threatening to leak out but can't escape 

so 

i'll sit 

and stare at nothing

because what else can i possibly do when all i want to do is die