7 i’m sorry again.

Words spill from my mouth

in an endless spout of hopelessness.

I scramble to pick up words

that best describes these feelings,

yet none of them seem to do a thing.

Rather, they spill from my lips,

drop from my eye sockets and pour

in a desperate attempt to escape.

When did water boarding myself

with my words become normal?

Trying to explain things I don't understand,

trying to add reason to rhyme,

it just never works out.

I always end up sounding crazy;

or feeling like a liar:

a fibber who only wants the satisfaction of attention.