This world is too
much, the words
pour out freely from
the mouths of strangers
and all I have left inside
of me is absolutely nothing
but remorse and sadness
built up with tiny branches
of lost hope, of me.
And then the moment
of truth knocks on my
door, I can get better,
can't I?
There has to be a way for me to
open up my mouth and say all of the
things I wish to say. I mean, after years
of my voice being trapped inside
the cage of pink lips, it faded
away...but there has to be
a way where a rope will
tighten around my voice
and yank it back. Right?
