Silence
There wasn't an echo in the void
I can't speak
Even when I know all the words
Why do I
Struggle to show what's inside of me
I tried so hard
Yet all I met was an endless end
I couldn't speak
Even when my skins were prickled with thorns
All these blood
And I'm still trying to paint a rosier picture
Why do I
Still struggle to shows what's inside of me
These waters run so deep into the ocean
And I'm floating in the abyss
Alive, yet swallowing everything in
Puncturing my lungs
Killing me from the inside
Why do I
Still struggle to shows what's inside of me
I can't speak
Even when I know all the words
But that does not mean I do not feel
These waters run so deep
That the pressure burst the skin on my chest
Yet my pain is still not apparent enough
And all that was left of me was my corpse
And everything was so bleak
Yet, I am still trying
To breathe without allowing the waters to enter my throat
And consume me whole
N A M M
07-06-2020 / 0042
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