Inside the Minds of the Unspoken

Writing Without Words

I have tried to write without words

I have tried to survive with no heartbeat

I have tried to live without love

But it does not work

It's like being thrown into an ocean head first with nothing but a rock tied to your hand to pull you down further

It's like having your soul tied to a balloon and watching it drift away from your sight as you sit on the ground which you have hated your whole life

It's like striving for perfection when you are the most imperfect of all

It's like having your hands ripped from your arms and being told to throw

It's like having no voice and needing to speak

Though you try and try and

Try

Though you wish and wish and

Wish

Though you beg and beg and

Beg

It does not work

Not for the strongest nor the weakest

Not for the most powerful or the least

Not even for the most wonderful person, who does not deserve any of the cruelties this world holds

It does not work

For it is like living while dying

And that does not work

And I am sorry

I am so sorry that it does not work

For you

For me

For us all

Because I know how it feels to need it to work

And I need it to now

It needs to.