Ink

"There were things

That can never be spelled

There were things

I'm dying to tell

Too scared I am

Of this chipped, heart

To endure another break

So I sewed my lips

But my faltered voice slipped

Becoming ink

As it paints my thoughts

In silent

Yet I hear a scream so loud

Invading what's shouldn't"

There were invaluable life

That doesn't deserve to be part of your life... ME