I say what I don't mean,
And I mean what I don't say.

Forgiveness seems futile,
And I feel myself secluded little by little.

Impulsivity seems my strong suit,
Even when I try to fight the urge
It succeeds in its pursuit.

Away I go to an island of my own.
No sun, no life, no one else.

Just me and my thoughts
Surrounding my head.
I feel myself wondering
if I could erase the things I just said.

But here I am on this island,
Sinking in the sand.

I'm drowning in the color.
No more words for me to utter,
No, not even another.