the words
choke me
sometimes.they get all
caught up
in my throat.they don't
come out
quite
right.they don't
really
make sense,
even
to me.sometimes,
i can't breathe
through them.and -
i'm tired.
i'm sad,
yes,
but mostly,
i'm tired.
of -
it.
of all of
it.and
i wish
that my words
could just
work
a little
better.i wish my words
could
maybe,
possibly,
just
once,
come easily
out of
my mouth.but that only happens
when i'm
alone.and i just
want
to say
to tell
someone,
anyone,
how i
feel. how
tired
it all makes me.but i can't
find
the words
to tell
anyone
that.
YOU ARE READING
erro r
Poesiai'm just trying to keep myself alive, and maybe not abandon this place in the process