Words I wouldn't speak

I touch the pages and let my finger run across the empty lines, my mind sees the words that should be there. The words that would be, but I never pick up the pen, never let these thoughts fill those pages. Why? Because reading them would make them more real then ever and I can barley stay sane with them just floating about, its hard to deny what is in black and white. I can hear you asking me whats wrong and see your questioning look, I can't tell you. I can let you know that before you my world wasn't falling apart at the rate it seems to be now. As it crumble all I see is you fading, because you and I know, you would rather let me go, then tell me what ............................................I need to know