A whole language,
And I've run out of words.
I could learn another one,
But I'm afraid,
I've said all I can.
A world of languages,
And I can only repeat what's been said.
But all the words I've used,
Can't truly capture,
What's happening to me.
So when I don't want to talk,
Its because I can't.
All these words,
Don't explain it,
And can't fix it.
I'm running out of things to write.
I'm supposed to put it down,
And not feel it again.
But sometimes it won't go,
So I have to find new words.
And I try new metaphors,
Try synonyms,
Try to be more blunt,
Try to be less blunt.
But I'm just running out of words.
So excuse me,
If I cannot write for some time,
If I cannot tell you what's wrong,
If I've tried to get rid of it,
For the last time.
I've just run out of things to say,
And maybe I've run out of time too.
Sorry this one is so bad. Like it says, I am running out of things to write. Stay safe and have a good day.
-Z
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Nobody Believes Me
شِعرJust a book of random poetry, short stories, and whatever else I felt the need to write. Enjoy I guess :^) Completed.
