broken heart, mended by words
a broken heart, mended by words. they spill out of me wildly, uncontrollably. i can’t stop them most of the time but sometimes i can’t even find them. sometimes i beg for them with tears pouring from my eyes, and yet they never come. they never pay a visit to that lonely mind of mine. words escape me and i am left drowning, desolate, in that horrible silence. and it is then when i feel most alone.