I have too many unfinished sentences.
They've all molded together in my mind and won't leave.
I don't have a way of letting them go, my mind is going against myself.
I don't have the willpower.
I am not strong enough to defend myself against the callous words of my own creation.
Too many words linger and make home in my deteriorating mind.
The unfinished sentences became a paragraph.
It never ended.
The paragraph got bigger and bigger until it became pages long.
Before I knew it I had a novel of unsaid words in my mind, looking for some kind of output.
Each time, i would let go of my pen and remain silent.
I didn't have a clear grasp on my emotions so I let all stay in mind without any escape.
I didn't even cry.
I kept it all bottled in and let it fester until it became an infection that contaminated my entire body.
The tears came out one way or another but it wasn't enough.
I needed something else.
I needed a refrain.
But it was never there.
He was never there.
They were never there.
Somewhere was actually nowhere.
It was all I could come up with.
It was all I ever could ever write.
It's all I ever see.
I'm sorry was all it ever became, simply unfinished.