I have so many things that I could say.
Every time you made me sad.
Cry.
Or mad.
But I choked them back and made an excuse.
Do you know what happened to those words that were never said?
They became the tears I cried every night.
YOU ARE READING
My Unspoken Words
PoetryFilled with blood, sweat, and tears. Words that should never be seen or heard.
