I'm out of fuel.
I thought I had more left in me.
Maybe I tried too hard to chase it.
Asked too much of you.
If I ask you if I did,
I might make it worse.
So here I am,
Screaming with ink
Words you'll never see.
Because my mind told me
You don't want to see me or hear me.
Only four short days ago I believed
You really did mean everything you said
But now I'm afraid of myself
Because I'm good at ruining things
And bad at talking.
©tawney
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