Sometimes...
The things left unsaid hurt.
I wanted my mouth to move, I wanted my lips to say something, but I just kept quiet, I just kept silent. I don't know why.
I am sick of keeping silent, I am sick of having my mouth filled to brim with words I have forced back in.
I told myself that I wanted to speak up. Not with brashness, but with boldness. But I have failed that.
And now I have to be aggravatingly content with withdrawing my words back into myself.
No comments:
Post a Comment