Poetry

Unspoken.

Mouth stitched shut, so many unsaid things decaying me.
It's the type of place where are you wear masks to ease peoples minds but inside mine you'll find a gold mine.
Pretty, valuable, but dark.
Taking pieces of my soul slowly.
That's okay though, I'm known to build.
Sometimes walls to cage my heart.
Sometimes bridges to better my soul.
Never know with me.
Choke it down.
Forget the pain.
Today is just another day in the mind of the unspoken soul of a lonely girl.