But you see, there's a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips.
"You could never cry
when you talked about him
He had taken so much,
even your tears away
The first time you cried
in front of someone
was when your therapist asked
if you remembered how it hurt

And you couldn’t speak
because the hurt was still
sitting on your chest
after all these years

He silenced you.”
I wish I could be mine. [m.s] (via delfiini)