Of The Things I Was Saying

Sitting in the dark

Alone

I came to realize

That what I was saying

Sitting there by myself

Alone

Was expressing what I was feeling

My lips were sealed

But yet it was devulging every word

Every feeling

That I was coming to mentally

And I wished then that I could stop myself

And the pure silence

From screaming the words of truth

That I held deep down.

And so I tried to conceal what I was saying

With the soft words running through my mouth

That were silently screaming

The pure feelings

I had.

But what was telling everything

was nothing.

Beacause I didn't even know what I was feeling.

It was nothing.

Nothing.

Silence.