Blank.

Empty.

Lost.


The colors seem so dull, painted across my view

The sounds echo around and around my empty chest

My feet carry me, carry me, carry me, but in no direction


Angry.

Malicious.

Hurt.


The feelings bounce around, making me grit my teeth, clench my hands, lose control

The desire to see my thoughts play out overwhelming, the result disastrous

My hands shake as they weaken, as they loosen, as they still. I am covered in cracks


Fearful.

Untrusting.

Overthinking.


I can't help fear the future. I am losing hope, its lost with the colors of the world

I question you every day, was that a veiled insult? Why don't you ever respond like you do to others

I think how every text will be perceived, how every word could've been taken, and I worry

Broken.

Caged.

Fragile.


My heart is lost, my soul is scarred, I am afraid to break more, held together by words and music

The bars surround me, closing in each day until the suffocate me under their weight

I might seem strong, I might seem confident, but every day is a battle and a new act


Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.


I can't help how I want to hurt others, how the words veil insults

I am sorry I'm probably going to leave without a goodbye, without telling

It will be sad and you might cry, but you might hate me, and I'll be glad not to see


The words connect, the definitions vary, I am a number of things, that are synonyms to the words swirling in my head, spilling out in an uncontrollable torrent, and this is goodbye.