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The words are there yet as I reach for them they disappear.
When I speak, I talk to nothingness. The one I want to listen just smiles.
Do I just blurt out or try and find what it is I want?
The pain inside continues growing as what I wanted to rebuild continues to stay collapsed.
I've offered it once only to have it obliterated.
My window darkens as my mind becomes cluttered.
What do I do? Do I let these emotions take over?
How do I control what is not there?
Even now I feel as though I'm ranting.
Each song that begins to play reflects on me one way or another.
It is almost humorous that I feel this way.
What to say to the one I am starting to care about?
How do I know these feelings are true? Am I the one who is going to destroy myself?
Haha I finally understand. I understand it all in a split second.
The words "Miserable ********" run through my mind.
It all makes sense.
The reason behind this stupid rant, the reason behind my emotions.
The reason I am unable to come up with any answers.
It is all answered by this phrase.

"Miserable ********]