Mute

There's a piercing sadness in the silence of the unspoken. It feels as if someone has imprisoned me from saying what my heart feels and expressing whats slowly murdering my mind.

there isn't a soul who could understand this war I wage against myself.
I'm hurting,
 every day,
every night.
 Every minute of every hour.
 I'm hurting and I haven't go the strength to fight this alone.