Wishing I could say these words.
But you don’t want to talk, you don’t want to listen.
So I’ll sit here, in the silence of the room, amongst the noises in my head, trying not to talk, trying not to fear what the formulas come up with.
The same story, replayed over and over. A loop I can’t erase.
Too far gone to just turn back, too far deep to let it be released.
So I’ll just be here, with these words, storming in my head, talking to the voices, doubting my emotions, covering them with lies.
Because you don’t want to talk anymore. And you don’t want to listen anymore.