I want to talk to you, I really do. But every time I see you, or hear your voice I freeze. All that comes out is broken words, which, ironically is what I am. Broken. I hope you can make sense of these words because they're all I know. My page won't stay empty for the part, but it'll be broken. Broken words scribbled on a random piece of paper, just to be crumbled up and set aside, like I am all too used to. My story will be written, key parts and facts. And dear god, I hope you can decipher what I'm trying to say. Because all I can form is broken words, broken sentences, broken pieces of a story that needs to be told.
