I feel like I don't have a voice,
like everything I say is criticized, judged, or wrong.
I try to formulate the right thing to say,
but sometimes it's just better to write it down.
I like to be in my own world,
and drown out all the conflict around me.
Instead of angry words coming out,
angry tears do instead.
It feels like someone stitched my lips closed,
and stapled my tongue,
and wrung out the blood that was left in my lungs.
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Lonely Nights
PoetryHey there, it's Rachel, I just want to say that these are very personal and it has taken a lot to put them out there, but i'm finally doing it. ;) I hope that these poems give you solace, peace of mind, or just make you feel less alone. These poems...
