Make me speak

It's part of my depression

Make me wonder
What to say
For I have no intention
Here to stay

Make me believe
Words can speak
Like eyes can cry
And hearts can melt

For mine is puddy
Wrapped in rock
I need to speak

I need to speak
But words are a jumble
In a red jello

Trapped in an iron mold
Once lifted by a gentle hand
Eaten by those who care only
For the sugar in my veins.