
Trying to speak, but my mouth is tied shut with thorns
I’m sorry I’m pathetic, unable to cut the wires in my mind
All this pain digging into my skin with the promises I've made
Overthinking myself to the edge, hoping to be saved
Speaking past the muddled thoughts in my mind
Sadness and madness crawling through my veins like blood
Sunshine and petals when you speak to me
The silver words of others stay embedded inside of me
Broken mirrors and shattered glass inside of me
Shooting stars and bright rain when you smile
Dark corners where no one wanders
Fears upon my tongue unable to be spoken
Fear of pain and broken promises in the past
A story within your eyes that I’m curious to see
Scars of our past putting fears into our heads
I have my own language, unable to be spoken by anyone else but you
I remember my past in fragments , like broken mirrors
Your voice echoes in my head, saving me from my fears
Scared to speak past the thorns being shoved down my throat
Fear of hearing the broken words tumble from your mouth



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