I've run out of things
To say, to write.
I spend days thinking all day.
Never able to put them down on paper.
Conversations in my head.
This I should have said.

Of a life that's so broken .
That I don't want to,
Can't get out of bed.
Hitting snooze,
Until I'm already late.

But I can't seem to find the words.
To put on paper.
Of all the things I'd wish I'd done.
All the things I should have said.
Times I should have walked away,
And stayed away.

So I sit in my silence.
I sit in my revery.
And I will myself to find the words.
To explain to you,
How very much I wish I could hate you.