There’s nothing to say,
nothing to express
when your head’s a mess.
Thoughts jumble together,
all you hear never, never, never.
When neurons don’t connect
and hearts don’t function.
There’s just constant interruption.
There’s so much to say, but so little to write,
because nothing in your brain is right.
There’s too much; too much to explain.
But the more you try, the more it seems in vain.
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