I havent picked up or pen
or even let words flow
you'd think w/o words I would hav a loss of expession
somehow my world has been slightly tweeked
and im bleeding pain under cover so weak and thin
no expression can skim upon this
dying sensation thats growing dim
Im about to fade out can someone see
im not invisble just touch upon me
grasp my heart before I lose my mind
a blank sheet
perfection of nothing existing
but I want to
if I dont give up or give in
just know I typed it
put my heart into things I didnt understand
took risk at it all
I TRIED
and I have nothing more after that