I think I lost them, if they were ever there,
In my mind, somewhere,
What I wanted to tell you; the words I tried to speak,
What I tried to let out, but I was too confused and weak,
Now I regret it so much, not being able to tell you those
words,
They left me before I could stop us both from being hurt,
Escaped, gone, out of my control,
On to the senses of life I no longer have a vice-grip hold,
But now I have a story to be told,
About two broken hearts, because of the voices forgotten,
Where my heart was crushed and my brain was cotton,
Fluffed out and expanded yet so light weight,
Because there isn’t much in it, because all of this
confusion and hate,
That is set upon the path of my fate,
All I can do is wait,
Meditate and debate,
About where I made the mistake,
Where I lost my mind, this place,
That held a picture of your face,
But no longer do I need to chase,
Happiness or love, for I am so lost and very crudely hurt,
All because of the time, when there was nothing but unknown
words.