Everytime I stood up to talk
I was stopped
I was stopped to talk, to breathe, to cry, to scream
And now I really don’t say anything
I write, and on paper, I bleed
I look dead in their eyes with lips sealed
With turmoil accumulating in my heart
I suffocate to breathe
Frustration sucking out the last spec of life from me
I’m still trying my best so that we both agree
I’ve loved you for so many years that I can’t even think to hate
But I guess that’s how it is somethings never change
And even after a thousand torns
It’s only you, I long to be understood from!!

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