Speaking Words Without Talking

I often find myself thinking of quotes Not ones already said but ones I think of myself My thoughts swarm on different occasions My whole mind expands as if another Big Bang occurred in my head I think of all the words I could of said I think of all the people who left I want to explain how much I miss them Or simply ponder on why they are now gone Of course though I don't have the courage to talk So instead I let my pen speak for me I write down what I need them to know In hopes that one day I shall deliver them their words But of course I never do So why do I write you ask I honestly don't know myself I tell the paper things that I'd rather tell someone else I write to feel relief I got the words out of my head Without them even being said