In a dark cave,
I stay.
Surrounded by darkness,
Alongside despair.
My words unsaid,
Just bottled in.
I cry for help,
My screams unheard.
Trying to break the glass,
As unbreakable as it seems.
Walls unshattered,
Not even a creak.
Trying to hold on,
To that rope of hope.
As the days pass,
It seems death is near.
I knot hope,
And wear it as a necklace.
I stand on a small chair,
Waiting for my chance.
Do I jump?
Do I stay?
Waiting for death,
To behold me
In its warm embrace.
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Words Never Said
PoetryJust some letters to a person who means a lot to me, letters that I'll never tell him or send to him
