I don't know what to write anymore.
I'm all out of words, yet I still find my pen moving across the paper.
But what does it say if I don't have anything?
Does this pen have more answers than I do?
I ask it if I love you, it writes yes.
I ask it if you love me, it writes I don't know.
I tell it to help me it writes, you need to help yourself.

I watch my fingers flutter across the keyboard,
faster than a hummingbirds heartbeat.
I ask the keys," hey are you listening?"
They say, "oh look she's still kicking."
I ask if you can hear me, the say , "he's not listening."
I tell them to find you they say," why haven't you stopped fighting?"
I ask them, "What should I do?"
They say," Admit that all of this writing, was you."