"...Until your breathing stops, forever."

I wish I could have just said it all to you.
But I've never had a way with speaking face-to-face...

Or mouth-to-ear...

I'm too raspy,
Too quiet,
Too misunderstood.

My stomach churns and my words are garbled.
How do you expect me to let it all out
When I can't even put together a coherent sentence?

When did my words deceive me?
When did my Savior become my Tormentor?

And when did this become so depressing?
I set out to write something meaningful
And again, my words are garbled.


I thought I had a way with words,
I just have a way of messing things up.




Things are going right,
Let's stop focusing on messing things up
Messing things up,
Messing things up.

I don't want to feel this way,
And maybe I really don't feel this way.