Spilled Milk Poem by echo burke

I can't just say anything
I know it won't be heard
My throat is rotten
Do you like the sound of my voice?
I can't speak
The microphone is off
Turn me down again
Spilling
The same letters
Spilling
Solitude, love, anger, pain, a quiet bark
The tears I won't shed
The love you can't buy
Empty
As I have the will
I can scream
Whine
TELL YOU WHY AM I HERE
EVERYTHING
But in the end
Just like dead
DEAD
DEAD WORDS
Like spilled milk
It could feed a hungry baby
BUT IT SHEDS INTO NOTHING
DESPISE
HATE