Rambling Thoughts

I need to put my heart on the page,
But the words won't come,
The thoughts don't flow,
And I'm left empty,
Yet I'm about to burst with all this sorrow.

I'll tear my hair out again and again,
Because they're never the right words,
They never say what needs to be said,
But I'll just keep writing them,
Just keep blathering on,
Keep composing and composing
But I never write the right song.
The words are mixed-up,
The syllables twist,
And all I'm left with
Is an empty heart
And a mind full of mist.

Trigger warning: contains mentions of self harm and suicide.