The language that we speak tell tales
Tales of all the suffering and hardship we've endured. It's suffocating like the smile we let out during our hardest times
The language we speak is silence
The language we speak mocks us
The language we speak is our insanity
Contemplating our next move in the silence that breaks our insides and leaves us as empty shells, numb to the making of the world and the darkness that we believe to be light consumes our very souls
The language we speak cannot be spoken
The language we speak lost its voice
The language we speak faded away
Because we no longer speak our language as no one listened and we are now dead
-SJ
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Words For The Soul
الشعرHere's the journey of a girl who has evolved from heartbreak and sadness to love and happiness. Words from the soul are a collection of poems and thoughts I've written down and am finally comfortable enough to share. It tells stories of how I battle...
