Talk
What is the point?
"To let it out"
and then what?
"Heal"
Then let me yearn this pain...
"It will be okay"
but for a second l'd like to think its not.
Let me feel this moment of hopelessness
Let me taste the salt of my tears, as my soul is consumed with agony  
Talk
Don't you see?
Talking doesn't help
People are the walls I continously stare at in my bedroom as I sink into my mind within the beauty and bliss of my existence with the universe
My thoughts are a reflection of the words I can't speak
as my body comes to a state of paralyzation
Nothing but silence...
even if I wanted to speak, I can't
"Don't overthink, just say it"
Prepare for all situations, must think it through and have an answer for the eyes that seek to know but not understand
Those eyes can't see the wounds I carry behind my smile
Don't speak of words of comfort or be any consolation to me
Let me be
Thinking is in my nature
I am an artist, a poet
Thinking is the only reason I lose sleep over countless nights
it is what helps me create and make beauty with my words, with the flowering spikes of my brush that express ...
the words
the emotions
the thoughts
I can't speak
So let me indulge this pain
Until, I'm ready
I have to heal myself.