People wear black to cover up their emptiness and say that it’s a fashion statement
We let rings and necklaces litter our bodies to make our cuts and bruises seem beautiful
So soft and so sweet, no one sees.
Our own bodies wrecked beyond repair
While we still give parts to others
Trying to save people from themselves,
They stay oblivious
Actions speak louder than words
So we stay silent
Fighting and fighting
Until we eventually give up
Maybe that action will speak louder than our kind words.