My tongue stays knotted, a noose around my throat, A strangling coil that I cannot break. I choke on words I can’t release, Hanging in the silence of sentences I can’t yet find.
Thoughts race past, swift like speeding cars, Yet I remain mute, frozen in the stillness… I can’t speak.
How can my mind hold all these questions But no answers to ease the chaos? So many ideas, yet I’m lost on how to bring them to life. I stay speechless, trapped in this silence.
I reach for better days, Clutching at air, hoping for a shift. But all I seem to gather are bitter ones. I am too young to feel the cold of this despair. This noose tightens, As I dissolve further, suppressing all that troubles me. I need the words to voice my pain, A voice that has long since eluded me. I must find it, before it’s too late.