Some things are better left unsaid
The words remain silent
Buried deep down, almost dead
In one's heart forever dreaded
Rotting to core never mended
Growing shamelessly, unintended
Tongue tied then pretend not to comprehend
As if there are no words to send
Some things are better left unsaid
Chaos and fire, things that hurt, that bled
Silence and lies circling around one's head
Killing others leaving them dead
Are things really better left unsaid?
