what would i say to you?
would you care to listen
that my eyes no longer glisten?
would it be worth attempting to speak
when my heart, mind and soul are weak?
or would i be speaking to deaf ears
that cannot bear to hear all my fears?
maybe if you could see the fear
birthed well within my soul
maybe if you could feel
the wounds that perforated even the depths of my being
maybe if you could smell
the suffocating death deep within me
maybe if you could taste
the saltiness of my tears, and
maybe if you could hear the screams of my bleeding heart
maybe, then you would understand the extent
of the damage you have created..
so i lay with the words buried in my heart
trembling and silent.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
what would i say to you?
would you care to listen
that my eyes no longer glisten?
would it be worth attempting to speak
when my heart, mind and soul are weak?
or would i be speaking to deaf ears
that cannot bear to hear all my fears?
maybe if you could see the fear
birthed well within my soul
maybe if you could feel
the wounds that perforated even the depths of my being
maybe if you could smell
the suffocating death deep within me
maybe if you could taste
the saltiness of my tears, and
maybe if you could hear the screams of my bleeding heart
maybe, then you would understand the extent
of the damage you have created..
so i lay with the words buried in my heart
trembling and silent.
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