My mouth
Is sewed shut
With a thread built
From silence and a needle of lies
My teeth grins against each other
Biting my tongue
To hold my secrets and pains
My throat is closed up with the
Held back scrams of my anger and fury
I do it for her
For him and them
I do it for myself
But how long does one keep up
With that sort of pain?
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Friendship is Not the Same as Toxic
PoetryI can't do this on my other account since a lot of these poems are dedicated to certain people that follow me and my life stories and such. These are personal to me so please don't say anything too negative. Other then that, please enjoy.
