My hands turn white and I don’t say the words because I have never wanted to say them
You don’t know what it’s like
Feels so small
so angry
so true of everyone
I don’t know what’s it like either
you don’t know what’s it’s like
Feels like I’m biting at my own throat
And you don’t
And I won’t tell
And I will cry
And I will scream the words inside my own head until the reverberations becomes like choking and the choking is the lead too tight, much too tight and I am no longer biting myself for it does no good to bite myself and I am so fucking tired of biting myself
my hands are still white but there’s is no rage left
Because the biting is done and the lead is released
And no one will ever need to know that they don’t know what’s it’s like