Too many emotions. I feel like I am grappling on to hopeless threads. Threads that will lose their strength with my touch. Threads that are best left untouched and unbroken. I’ve been feeling this way lately, like whatever I touch, I end up breaking. Is it a bunch of minuscule probabilities added into a gargantuan of misery? Sometimes I feel as if my failed digits value more. I don’t know what any of these words mean.

I am thoughtless. I am overflowing with thoughts. My brain is ready to explode but my mouth betrays my brain. Can parts of your body be at odds with each other? Can one part of your body be fighting a battle against the other part? Can one lose a war within self? How do you explain that, though? 

Hi, my name is _____ and I lost to myself. The blood that you see? It’s because my heart didn’t agree with my brain and my mouth raged a war of silence on my brain. 

Grotesque images of pointless words.

I am not even sure why I write anymore. I used to because I thought I could. I used to because this was the only ray of light. But now? I am not so sure.

I have nothing to say. My verbiage reveals only this statement. I have nothing to say and think. My verbose should burn in fires of inferno. But I think, the unnecessity of my words will be chunked out.

I have given up, I deem.