I want to sew my mouth shut
I want to become mute
I want to never be able to talk again.
I never seem to shut up when I talk
I can't shut up.
I know I can't,
And it's tied for the biggest insecurity I have.
People like to hit it where it hurts I guess
Because even my own parents yell at me to shut up.
Though they know how it affects me.
I want to shut up
Every day when I go home, I make plans to not talk the next day,
Or to never talk again.
I never keep it.
Every time I open my mouth, shit spews out,
So much so, that even when I talk about something important,
Everyone eventually stops listening.
Maybe if I died?
Maybe if I died I would finally be quiet.
Would people even miss my voice?
Or would they say, "Thank god she's gone! I don't think I could stand another minute of her talking!"
I think the former.
I don't know if I truly want to die
At least not anymore.
I think I just wish to cease to exist.
That I would disappear, along with any thought or memory of me.
I wish I could just
Shut.
Up.
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PoetryWritten by, in the teenage years of, a not so special girl, with a not so special past, with a not so special life. Written by a girl who could never write poetry in the first place, but still did so when her emotions spilled over the edge. Writte...