Just one more, and then i'll be satisfied for the night. just one more, and i'll be done

one more poem tonight, in order to make up for the fact that i feel pretty sad that no one ever reads my blog anyway. this one is called,

Words

I wrote a letter to you today
I wrote down everything that I wanted to say
But I couldn't bring myself to mail it.
It didn't seem real enough
A small scrap of matter
Couldn't hold all of the emotions
That I keep bottled up inside.
It would bend under the weight.
Bend and then break.
Maybe it's not that important anyway
You don't seem interested
In reading a single word I write
Even though it's all for you.
Maybe its not that special
A word can be used in a million ways.
So how do you make this one way,
The one way that you want to be important,
How do you make it matter?
I've tried screaming,
But the words lose their sting.
I've tried whispering,
And yet the words just dissapear.
I'm left with all of these emotions,
And no way to express them.
It's times like this,
That a friend that I take for granted,
My friend in words,
It's these times
That they turn their back on me.