My voice is something that no one ever hears.
But I hardly ever speak, 'cause I'm blinded by my fears.
It comes out of my lips, but shatters right at the ears.
I'm kinda sick of it now, has been go'n on for years.
I've got so much to say, but no'll ever care.
And when they actually do hear, all they do is stare.
When they think I'm strange, I feel a little tear,
My self-esteem isn't the only thing that they impair.
Just let me speak, I'm not that meek,
Even if that is what you think.
My words just spill, com'in all from the head.
But it's decided, my words are just dead.
Trust me, I have tried,
To bring my words back to life.
Even if your glares are full of strife,
I'll say what I can, 'cause it's my right.
Just let me speak, I'm not that meek,
Even if that's what you think.
My words just spill, com'in all from the head.
But it's decided, my words are just dead.
Please, just listen for once....
Before...
Before......
I live in a grave.
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Drowned By the Ashes
PoetryI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
