My soul screams to speak,
but my lips remain sealed,
as no word slips.
It is just dead silence.
My head tenses,
as I am unable to utter words.
I find my tears
weighing all the emotions
as they trickle down my cheek silently.
Exteriorly, it is silent
even though there is chaos screaming within.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
My soul screams to speak,
but my lips remain sealed,
as no word slips.
It is just dead silence.
My head tenses,
as I am unable to utter words.
I find my tears
weighing all the emotions
as they trickle down my cheek silently.
Exteriorly, it is silent
even though there is chaos screaming within.
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