they say the things that finally break you,
are the words you left unsaid,
that fill your head with voices,
and make your heart feel dread.

but is it really better,
to let go of your words?
for others learn to hear your truth,
but you're never truly heard.

youre never truly heard

Please let me live in peace
When I die, I die alone
But while I live, I wanna do what I love
But no more
My sounds are suppressed 
I am not heard, just left to be done
I am not a doll, you can't control me
But you will, because who cares
Even after I'm alive, I'm dead
What else does it feel like
One thing-
NOTHING