How do I get these words to flow?
How do I bring these words to life?
Everything seems to be bottled up inside my head,
suffocating me by each passing moment.
It’s at the tip of my tongue,
the words you want to hear
but not the words I wish to say.
My past comes tumbling down my memory lane
Leaving nothing forgotten, not even pain.
I try to form those words,
the words I wish to say
But the voice at the back of my head stops me.
It tells me that I can’t do it,
It tells me my words have no value.
I try to scream to get rid of it,
But it stays, lingering at the edges
Staying for longer then it was supposed to.
When my words failed, I let my tears show
I cried away the pain, I cried away the sorrow
And it helped.
But my voice was too afraid
Too silent and too young
So it got stripped away from me
My voice may be forgotten,
but my hope isn’t
I am who I am
And my voice belongs to me
So tonight when I sing my song
I want you to listen
to a voice that doesn’t use words.
(Written at the age of 15)