There are so many things I haven't seen. So many things I have not experienced. So many places that have not seen me. And yet I have so many words unspoken.
I talk but I'm not heard. I speak but I'm not spoken to. I cry for no reason at all. And yet I have so many words unspoken.
I dream about death. Dying. What dose it feel like? Is it awesome? Is it lonely? Are you sad? And yet I have so many words unspoken.
I want to get married. I want to have kids. I have to meet the 'one'. I want to have a best friend. I want to feel happy. And yet I have so many words unspoken.
I draw. I draw. I'm drawing. I lie. I lie. I'm lying. I die. I die. I'm dying. And yet I have so many words unspoken.
A/N this was a poem that I made it goes along with the theme of the 'story' so I put it in here.
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Silent stories from broken souls
AcakI don't really know where this story going to go.... but I will try and make it really interesting.. this is more like some of my thoughts turned into a " story " so I hope it turns out good
