where she can only whisper.
Shutting her eyes
but her mind couldn't
Shutting her mouth
but her heart never.
Wonder who would take her words serious
None. But that's fine.
No, it's not fine it will never be fine.
She is so hard to be handled
and she knows it crystal clear.
Always longing but too often to left things unspoken.
Silence sometimes speaks to her
in a way words can never.
Pain sometimes wreaks her stress
in a way words can also never.
A bitten hand reminds her
in a way when it's all too tough.
