I am afraid
What will happen to me?
I really got to scream somehow
Because people don't seem to see
I can't tell you much
They would never let me talk
There is a needle on the table
I have some memories of it being in my arm
Truth inside of me is fading
I want to scream it before it never comes back
But they have somehow cut my tongue
I can use it to eat
But I'm completely voiceless tonight
What will happen to me?
It doesn't seem right and...
I really got to scream, no one seems to see
"Silence like a cancer grows" - Disturbed
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Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
