I want to write.
I want to talk.
I want to cry
I want to run away.
I want to die.

But I can't.

I don't know what to put on paper.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know how to cry.
I don't know how to move.
I don't know ******* myself.

So I can't.
But I want to.
And it's the thought that counts.