sometimes in the dead of night we come across the deepest and most reflective thoughts, and however involuntary these may be, they are extremely complex. And that's what I want to share with you, I'm not a poet or writer but I think any thought is valid, because it's what defines us.

The title says it all.

She didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked her. They rocked her insides, they fried her brain. She didn't speak until it was too late, until her words asphyxiated her instead. What she wanted to say, she wrote out instead. She didn't speak up, but her words spoke volumes. What she wanted to say, before it was too late. She Series: Book two.