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I advised myself to write the things I couldn't say, or wouldn't say out loud on this paper.
Things such as
These words don't come out easy
They come out fast and unrehearsed
but that's not wise so I stay quiet
while inside there's a riot.
And after I sleep off the madness I feel like I belong in a hearse.
Because there's nothing left in me to feel
or at least that's how it feels.
Especially when it hits me all at once.
The worst part about it all?
No one will notice when I fall
and I won't know who to call because I'm afraid they'll understand.
But how it'll end, when it'll end is something
they can't tell me.
That's something they'll leave for myself
But don't they know I'm a clam?
A clam Sam I Am.
and talking is something I won't try like Green Eggs & Ham.
There's too much pressure in deciding what to say
What if I say the wrong thing?
Because only time knows when I'll express these feelings verbally.