I want desperately to talk to people,

But I don't know what to say.

I don't want to bore them

with details of the darkness in my mind,

I don't want to spit up the same old heartaches.

I want someone to put a hand on my heart and understand how

I am suffocating from the world's oxygen;

I want someone to dress in grey with me and sit in some corner,

still able to make me laugh.

I am dancing across the line between failure and the stars;

I try not to lose my balance.

I stumble with my arms like a bird's, step after step,

setting in my mind loose milestones of when I'll

begin to function again.

I want to drink coffee for the right reasons,

I want someone to need me.

I want ink on paper to mean something,

I want to sing out the words tumbling around in my throat.

I want to talk to you

But I've forgotten how.