I write because some words can't be spoken aloud.

They stick to the base of my throat unable to make a sound.

I struggle to express my thoughts but others still think that I am mute.

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I write because some words can't be spoken aloud.

I can't explain the depths of my emotions.

I can't explain the anger or my fear.

I can't explain the unseen scars or the newly formed wounds.

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I write because some words can't be spoken aloud.

My scars are deep and my voice can't express.

I struggle to open my mouth and let the words form.

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I struggle to release the betrayal,

to share the hurt.

I seek understanding.

I seek acknowledgment.

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I write because some words can't be spoken aloud.

Because those who should hear,

don't.

Because those who should see,

don't

Because spoken words can be forgotten.

But pen and paper remember all things.