My tongue is nailed down, a useless thing.
My jaw is locked and loaded, misfiring every shot.
My lips are sealed tighter than a goddamn drum.
You feel okay saying the hurtful things you say.
Why not? You know I can’t respond. So do your worst.
Expectations set too high I should’ve known better
Not one of you said a thing for me
You just watched as I retreated into myself
The damage done I couldn’t remember pieces of it
Just wailing and the feel of the cold floor for days
Twice you let it happen without stepping in
Twice I lost chunks of my sanity while taking the blame
I still can’t control it And you still don’t understand
What it’s like to be silenced by your own mind
Like a pressure cooker I will only take so much
Before the same happens again
Will you continue to watch as I lose everything
Or will one of you finally be my voice?