Words don’t work

TW: self harm mention

 

I have so much to say,

But nothing to speak.

And yet,

these feelings must escape me,
Somehow. 

So I grab my blade

And I slice my skin.

It opens so much easier than my lips

and the blood that is 

dripping are the words I

 Couldn't speak.

 

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