Stitched face
Dark world
Tears mixing in with my dark, dry blood on my lips
Although they were stitched
Not a smile, all they wanted was silence from me
But I didn't get silence from them
They always thought they were right, in which they didn't want to hear my words
Their tongues sharp like swords ready for battle, it was tyranny
Simple as I write, but their is more behind my dirty face
It hurts trying to speak, as more blood comes out from my throat, it burns
I wasn't faceless yet, but I wanted to fall in the black ocean alone without the noise of them
Speaking with truth was not allowed, it hurt me and others not my kind
They also have stitched lips like me making them learn not to speak anymore
Our throats were like lava, it burned and so we shed tears wishing the world would listen
I wanted to throw up but I couldn't
Nothing is better sometimes
Right?