I can't speak.
I can't fucking
Breathe.
I can't feel
Anything
Other than
This emptiness.
This writhing pain.
This dagger
Straight
To
The
Heart
Over
And
Over
Again.
I can't let it out.
Can't keep it in.
What else is a girl to do?
Boom.
Snap.
Crash.
When it comes to talking about feelings,
And how I'm really doing,
I may as well be mute.
I say fine,
And I'll always say fine.
Maybe even good, for some pizzazz.
But the real me is mute.
Destined to scream in silence.
Until finally,
Boom.
Snap.
Crash.
There is nothing left to mute.
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About the Creator
Becca M
Hi! I'm 22 years old, I love music, and live off of Cherry Pepsi and books. I love writing poetry about my experiences, my battle with mental illness, and my emotions. 🖤
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