I'm sorry

It wasn't meant to be

Should've warned you from the beginning

About you and me

So what's there left to say

When words have disappeared?

And the only things left

Is silence, doubt, and fear...

Am I to be depressed by this situation?

Should I be allowing myself to feel at all?

These questions surround me

Creating a tower ten thousand feet tall

What to do?

What to think?

For my thoughts refuse to surface

From beneath all this treacherous ink