~Death on the inside~
~Death on the inside~
Hard to seal my mouth,
When words are what I speak,
Sometimes my words stream out,
Never meant to be .
Biting my lip s firm seems to hold,
Them in, careful what I as saying,
Or I will loose you again.
Holding me downward till I am,
About to crack, why do I do it,
Feels like being stretched on a rack.
Should I sew my mouth, like a zombies
fit, if I keep my mouth shut I know ,
I will pretend you win. Lost without
My speech pushing it down inside,
If I don’t speak my words,
I will die inside……
Inkmaster
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