How am I going to put you into words without making a mess?
I am a mess
This pencil is a kinked hose and my garden is dying by the second
This paper is a safe and I forgot the combination
This music makes no sound and this silence is too loud
Am i screaming loud enough for you?
Can you hear me over your own problems and your white lie whispers?
Can you taste me over the bitterness of your own tongue?
I need to lay down because I can't stand to see you.