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