You rarely speak, communicating only your angst
It tears me apart; only because I have so much to say.
So much of literally
N O T H I N G
to say.
I sit here and pretend that my words have meaning, when in reality, they're words filled with meanings I cannot yet convey.
Why I cant get them through to you,
I'll never know.
Is it because I'm not good enough, or because you don't want to listen?
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
You rarely speak, communicating only your angst
It tears me apart; only because I have so much to say.
So much of literally
N O T H I N G
to say.
I sit here and pretend that my words have meaning, when in reality, they're words filled with meanings I cannot yet convey.
Why I cant get them through to you,
I'll never know.
Is it because I'm not good enough, or because you don't want to listen?
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