Don't tell me you love me - I know you don't...

I'm nothing special, these words mean nothing,
all I see is squiggles and dots in frail ebony
dashed across a vividly bland screen.

These works are true,
every single one - real to me,
real to some part of you...
somewhere too far deep to see.

Words do no good, voices linger but do no good
no one can hear them the way I mean.
Letters in a strand linked by only air
they land in delicately beautiful lines of nothingness.

Don't tell me you understand - I promise you don't...

Because at the moment, I'm lost, just lost,
at the second I don't know my own name
let alone the point of this.

Theres a pen in my hand,
I don't know how it got there.
My mouth is moving,
nothing is coming out though.
Somehow my hands can move - can write
but I don't remember how.

Don't tell me I'll be okay - you dont know okay...