What will become of us, when I have nothing left to say?

When I'm completely burnt out, and have no feelings left to convey?


Drowning in my sorrows, looking for more words to ramble on because rambling seems to be the only way.
The only way to communicate the longing to save someone from my own nightmare.

I talk to talk, hoping that someone will finally understand my jibberish words of thoughts i've compiled together.

My words have lost their meaning, I'm speaking only to myself,
trying to make sense of the words that come out of my mouth.

I've nothing left inside me...Will you take over the talking?

Longing to hear someone else say the things I've thought- quite the impossible thought if you ask me.

How can I expect someone else to read my mind, then communicate it back to me?