No matter how many times I rehearse in front of the mirror

I cannot seem to speak aloud those years I cannot shake

Suffocating in hopelessness, I can’t believe I used to be her

Still I sit knowing I’ve got nothing left for others to take

Over years I crafted a voice over words trapped on paper

Abused it to give me life when the air just wouldn’t suffice

Even now I’m convinced it’s the only way to be heard

Without delving down too deep, I hit send to a few in my life

Vocalizing those horrors and the thoughts still filling my mind

I desperately want to trust you and the love that’s in your eyes

But I choke, forever silent, digging for words I cannot find

If I speak what’s reserved for writing, I may not make it out alive.