UNSPEAKABLE

DESCRIPTION: All the unfinished ideas, lost opportunities, and unspoken words... No matter how much I try to say, it'll never come out. Even if I remember that flash of inspiration, it's still not enough to satiate my tastes - no, the public's taste - as I begin to drown in mediocrity.

...
Is that really the case?

Edited version under the SECOND divider line - it's longer, but it communicates the idea much better.
Also, I'm sorry these descriptions make the poetry so much more obvious... But without that, it's unintelligible, because I have minimal skill

UNSPEAKABLE (ORIGINAL, 2025/03/03)

No matter how much I scream, it'll never come out
These unsaid words will cling to my body and weigh me down
Down, into the depths of the sea
They cling to me
Down, into the depths of the sea
All these painful, unspeakable memories

UNSPEAKABLE (ORIGINAL, 2025/03/04)

No matter how much I scream, it'll never come out
These unsaid words stick to my body and weigh me down

Down, into the depths of the sea
they ruthlessly cling to me
Down, into the depths of the sea
all these painful, unspeakable memories.

Until I can no longer breathe, I will tighten my grip and believe I'm free.
Until I can no longer see, I'll descend into my own broken mentality.
As I refuse to let go of these unfinished promises,
I frivilously make a deal with the devil, and then get lost in it.

Down, into the depths of the sea
I foolishly cling to long-lost memories
Down, into the depths of the sea
as the sands of time start to bury me.

It weighs me down. Because I will never be like them
My opportunity, washed up at the shores for a new kid to take
Before my time, hubris, success, it's all far too late
"Lucky you" - I begin to suffocate, reaching up from this seabed of my own discarded fate.

So, here I lay,
staring at the final ray
of sunlight
as I begin
to fade
away.

Down, into the depths of the sea
somehow, still breathing, There's another option in front of me.

Swim.