Never have I ever felt the need to put you into words.
The thoughts and feelings were just all there in my head, where I thought I left a heart.
There they swarm and hum. Dum dum dum hum.
Each and every one, right or wrong. There you are, there they are.
I can’t make sense of the things you said, the things we said.

Yet here we are, here I am. You’re all gone, I am all here.
Alone in body, overcrowded in mind.
How? How did it come so far?
I lose, I’ve lost, and I will never have control.

These words will never be analyzed, nor picked at or torn apart.
No, that bits best left for the soul.
Many souls may suffer, many souls may wander, but none will anguish in the same way as mine.
Most likely worse, most likely better, but never the less, anguish is anguish.
Confusion is confusion no matter which way you twist it.
Lonely is lonely no matter where you go.