I want to erase my mind,
feel the rain drops on my skin,
and just forget,

forget the twisted after math,
the renching pain underneath my skin,
the suffocation,

I want to ease this sorrow,
feel this constant weigh be lifted,
and forget my fears,

I close my eyes and breath,
like this silences doesnt equal anything,
but who am I kidding,

too much pretending,
I want a taste of something real,
a sense of hope,

I bite my tung,
holding back these words from spilling out,
I burry them deep within myself,

as I slowly drown,
swollowed by these falling tears,
that no one sees,

but thats just me,
lost in some kind of thought,
because it all comes down to this,

to the bitter taste upon my tung,
the marks that line my skin,
and all the words that are unspoken.