This silence is killing me
Words climb up my throat
And leap off my tongue
But my body keeps my lips closed
Because I don't want to pollute the air
With my destructive thoughts
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Broken Chains
PoetrySometimes it's nice for people to not know who you are. So you can tell them everything. And it just, doesn't matter.
47. Silence
This silence is killing me
Words climb up my throat
And leap off my tongue
But my body keeps my lips closed
Because I don't want to pollute the air
With my destructive thoughts