What happens to all the things we've left unspoken?
do they collect
or pile up
in a trash bin
or a dump?
What happens to all the empty words
that could have helped
or maybe hurt
did they turn to dust
or maybe dirt
or could all the words we leave unsaid
be simply
and completely
dead.
YOU ARE READING
A Heart with Empty Pages
PoetryThe poems I write to help me deal with life =] ****Trigger warning: Some of this poetry addresses themes surrounding depression, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and sexual assault.
