Some words that I play with can't be raised. I know they will fall.
Some words that I want made big, I scream, but they still feel small.
Some words others tell me fail to cheer me up when I'm down.
Some still sit in my stomach waiting to come out...

My feelings will never be turned into words.
They always stumble out my breath, 
like ash, they crumble, black like death.
The words you hear are the words I fear
cause they don't symbolize me.
They truely have no meaning.

Sometimes I can't speak, I choke.

Somewhere, somehow, it piled up in my throat.

I tried to say, then it sketched out and it seeped, but it never leaks.

It's suffocating me,

But won't leave, I just breathe it in more deep.