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Sometimes I think about sowing my mouth shut
Destroying my voice box
I don't want to overshare
I need to keep quiet
But the words leave my mouth like rain escaping a cloud

My mind is a hell
I miss who I was
I don't want to explain
But the words leave my mouth like water escaping a broken dam

Sometimes I wonder if I even matter
When I sit on the floor with my head in my hands
And my eyes sore from prolonged pain

Sometimes I think about sowing my mouth shut
Destroying my voice box
So I don't overshare in vain
So I can contain my remains
So the words don't leave my mouth only to be dismissed and leave me pained.
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