my feelings are the splattered inks bold, italics threatening to spill weighing on every meaning words could carry scrambled up, juggled those who’ve yet to feel shall not speak and pray tell, words do you realize what you amount to? what’s behind was for a reason, a person clear as day, solid reverie what lies beneath shan’t remain between the lines and if it reaches you, we’re alike
Unsaid feelings filled His heart, It overflowed, yet He continues to Tidy it up, And let his soul, Warmth by tears.
Sometimes we find it difficult to be open about our feelings and emotions, we keep them deep down in our heart, hoping that someday they fade away and disappear, but they sit still waiting for us to free them, and at the end of the day, the warm tears finally free them.
Unsaid words are the ones that break me. The words I never said because of closure that was never brought Shaking my leg anxiously due to those unsaid words You broke me Everything you do, you have broken me I put on this mask as if there are not those unsaid words Lay in bed with those unsaid words floating around me If you only knew You decide to bring people up so high To only bring them down These unsaid words Oh, how you will never know I hold my phone, beginning to right those unsaid words Only to delete my entire text Why? Because you don't care I will sit and become comfortable in those unsaid words Unsaid words and lack of closure will be the only thing you are to me The words unsaid is what brought me to scream songs Of the lying Unsaid
Cheating Lack of care Unsaid
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there’s so much I want to say and too much time to say it
and it hurts and throbs and I want to let it out
but I don’t want to ruin the happy haven we’ve made
just like me at 7 laughing joyously with her friends then getting a cut on her toe from a rock and the cut hurt and throbbed but she kept going because she wanted to have fun and the cut hurt and throbbed and got infected
(there’s always a price to pay for waiting)
here I am laughing joyously as my (our) secret hurts and throbs and I
I’m weak aren’t I
I can’t I can’t muster up the courage to break the silence too scared of lies on the other side I guess
I just want to ask or to hear or to confirm or anything to let me know I know I don’t deserve to know but the knowledge affects me too and I need to know don’t you know?
I’ll keep it in as I always do wishing for the truth but ready to ignore it if it comes