I keep my mouth closed, using super glue like it's chapstick. Lips sealed but hands free, writing my secrets into poetry, I sometimes feel very cowardly only being able to share empty words about my empty feelings to empty faces on this empty stage. Empty. I don’t cry as often as I should, maybe I’m just drained, maybe I’ve just emptied The drain that connects my tear glands to the rest of my body. And on the off chance I cry- my pillow must have nightmares from my screams, and sometimes- sometimes I hear my pillow sobbing with me.
I haven't written anything worth posting until now