@Anemone eco
Untitled (More shitty rambling, y'all :)))) )
Whispers danced between my lips
wishing to be louder. Louder for
the ones with no voice. For those
lost who have felt the same.
Tears burned behind my eyes
wishing to fall. To fall
and remove some of the
weight on me. Drop by drop.
The echoes of memories left
behind and words long faded
had come back as knives on my
arms. Their edges all serrated.
They began to engrave names on skin,
ones meant to be forgotten. I had to
wear long sleeves again. Just to
keep me from calling them.
I had so much to say to them, but I
could never build courage. I always
kept quiet. Thinking about what would've
happened, if I had only let it out.
So now I sit in a cage of echoes
in my mind. In a world of things
broken. I sit on a throne of broken
hearts and fantasies in my head.
I sit and think of how I could have changed the world
With all of these things left unsaid.