take them
the words i long to speak
that lodge in my throat
these words of mine
take them out
so i can breathe.

"I don't know what to say"

says too much

I would rather you said nothing

Fake smiles
fake laughs
does anyone notice that I'm sad?
bruised fists
abused wrists
does anyone notice that I'm going mad?
overthinks
never thinks
does anyone notice that it's that bad?
no words
used swords
you'll never know where I stand
fake smiles
fake laughs
this is not what I had planned

Her hands are always so cold
when she touches someone they would flinch and it showed
it´s not her problem she´s always exposed
to the air that the day would hold

are her hands cold?
or is it her heart?
what's it called?
"cold hands, warm heart"?
I think she's that kind of art

the kind where she doesn't show feelings
inwardly always revealing
huh, I guess that is what it's called
does it make this, the truth untold?

I wanted to die
I got up every day
wishing it would be my last

hoping day after day
that my time would
end fast

the words I didn't say
stayed there and threatened
to suffocate me

maybe that would be the reason
I die

or the reason I try
and stay alive.