Never To Be Voiced

The syllables drip slowly from my lips

Like bombs exploding in my mind

They once uttered words of love and romance

Now its pain they seek and find.

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My eyes once so bright and full of fun

Now are dull and glassy orbs

Intent on the hurt they’ve begun

In my suffering, they begin their wars.

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As I look upon the mirrored glass

I see my reflection staring back

I barely recognise myself

Red-faced, angry and on the attack.

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Alone in life, I hate myself

I reach for another Prozac

I need someone to love and love me back

This is the only cure for what I lack.

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Until then I’ll settle for writing these words

In a notebook, I hide under my bed

No one to find or ridicule me

To others, my feelings will go unsaid

Never to be voiced…