You will

never,

truly,

know the

depth

of an ocean.

Not until

you're already

drowning

in it.

Too much weight on my heart

Wanting so much to tear it apart

To feel my lungs give up

Because it has had enough

Cold and sharp against my skin

Metal plate, with edges thin

A bit of pressure will surely do

To get the message right through

Wishing for the sun to never rise

To never open up my eyes

For the world to stay dark and cold

And to death I may be sold

Pleading for someone to take my breath

So that finally I may be able to rest

Be consumed by darkness entirely 

And sleep for all eternity

I wanted 

to write you,

more than ever 

I wanted to.

I wanted to find 

every word 

that could depict

you.

How you made me 

feel.

I wanted to pour

every inch 

of my heart 

on paper.

If that's what it took,

I would have.

But the ink 

never flowed.

And my paper 

stayed empty.

I realized then 

that maybe,

you took 

everything 

away from me.

All that's left 

of me.

My words, 

my heart, 

my love

And now 

I can't