The words I think in my mind barely come out of my mouth.
No matter how hard, no matter how hurt.
They remain caged inside, surrounded by wires riddled with needles of self doubt.
No matter how hard, no matter how hurt.
My words fight to escape but end up broken, bloody, and bruised.
No matter how hard, no matter how hurt.
Their only escape is when I write them down in paper, but even then they're only whispered words.
-P.G.V
