If only I had words enough,
I’d explain you my feelings, my pain, and my smile feigned.
I’d explain you the hatred, the ire, the fire and my perpetual desire.
I’d tell you about the gloom, the platitudinous bloom, the melancholy and my belief in thy holy
I’d give you the reason for my grief and my childlike belief.
I’d tell you my situation, my distress and my hopeless-mess
I’d explain you my labyrinthine thoughts which my inner demons fought
I’d reveal my teary-eyed reveries, my unfathomable memories
I’d describe my depressed state which is tough
If only I had words enough.