The words left unspoken,
The action left unsaid,
The thousand thoughts that bounce around my head,
Not a sound,
Not a squeak,
None dares to peek,
At the scars on my wrist,
And the red that leaks,
Cover the shame,
Cover my pain
To everyone I play the game
Not daring to look,
At the blade I partook,
Hollowness inhales,
Death is my friend,
The pain has no end,
My shame is hidden,
No daylight can reach,
It’s against what the vicar doth preach,
My lifelong Taboo.....
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