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I've run out of words
I don't know what to say
What to write
How to stay
Deep within a world
That makes me feel safe

My chest is a blank slate
With only my white bones
And my redish flesh
That does nothing to give
Does everything to get

To fill in the empty
With whatever it takes
Is always
A terrible mistake

If words were a star
They'd pass by my tongue
To search for those
More deserving
Whose writing would awe
And generate innumerable emotions
While I'm left behind
Wondering what happened

If this is the fate
Word have bestowed upon me
Erase from my heart
The need to use them
So that I can live
Without knowing my failure
To concieve meaningful sentences
So I can hide in my ignorance
And put up my defences
And believe I did the best I could

If this is the cross
Words have given me to bear
I don't to be a martyr
So release me from this death