I am choking, on the things left unsaid;
I am drowning, in their dread.

Smothered by the weight of my own tongue;
Coating my larynx, begging to be wrung.

My breath, stifled by unwritten letters draining into my esophagus;
Strangled words, using my body as their sarcophagus.

That one day, when I'm stronger, I'll find the courage to excavate.
Until then, I'll slowly ,**asphyxiate.

You found me;
Whilst I was to finding myself;
I trusted you with all my pieces;
And you took them as a trophy,
A prize for when you broke me;
In their place;
I was left with your false I love you’s;
As scars on my desolate heart.