Pages of thoughts that no one will ever hear.

Spilling my soul just to understand how I feel.

Replaying moments in my head trying to comprehend the meaning.

Writing about him,

Thinking about him,

Dreaming about him,

Trying to escape him and the way he makes me feel.

But it's something that I can't deny.

I take out my frustrations on my own time and he'll never know.

Points of pure rage consuming my mind, body and soul,

just to get the words out on paper.

Because I don't have enough energy to speak them.

Instead I search every possible energy source to find the words "I'm okay."

You will never know and you will never care.

Unsent letters spilling my soul,

Giving you my everything,

And you will never know.