Run Out

I can’t write anymore

I’ve run out of ink

I can’t talk anymore

I’ve run out of words

I can’t decide anymore

I’ve run out of options

I try to buy a new life

And the store’s just run out



I’d talk to you,

but what would I say?

I wrote for you,

but you just turned away

I changed for you

but it’s not what you wanted

I’m whipped for you

now I’m broken and taunted



I’m trying so hard to pretend

I’m swimming in quicksand

Pretending this is not the end

Of my road to love



I complain about you

but it just makes you angry

I think about you

all to no avail

You pretend for me

That it’s not an illusion

I search my world for truth

And I’ve just run fresh out



I’m trying so hard to pretend

But I’m drowning in quicksand

Pretending this is not the end

At all

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Is this just another lie?

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Cathrine Johnson's picture

Very Nice! ..Well written lie..if we all wrote about our own lives, we probably wouldn't have anything to write about!