When all you can do
is scream
A certain kind
of self sabotage
Only because
you don’t allow
yourself
to be heard
You walk around
in all different colors
In a light, so dim
Unnoticed
Shades of black and grey
bleed inside
Silently
So quietly
that you’d confuse drowning
with simply fading away
And that would be okay
But the world doesn’t understand
your cemented lips
Your tongue fighting its way out
like a wooden hammer
to no avail
If only someone were well versed
in the language your eyes speak
So desperately trying to grab hold
Of anybody willing to see you
For what you are
Someone of worth
As precious as time