i'm always leaving things unspoken
and i'm trying to decide if that's good or bad.
sometimes i wish others would do the same.
because no one is meaner to you than someone who hates themselves
and sometimes i forget that. sometimes we all forget that
ugly words turn into crimson tears,
and sometimes i think she thrives on my red stained cheeks.
we can try and try our best to hide the red,
but you'll never know how long your words stay in their head.
i'm always leaving things unspoken
someday i hope they learn to do the same
and value the ones with beautiful words
and beautiful minds
