I told myself to take the nyquil to stop the words in my head, But decided to write to release me so I can go to bed.
I thought about drinking, yourning for the flavor not for the feeling, But decided not to because being sober I have been succeeding.
I question his love and who I am to him, But could only come up with tears in my eyes looking grim.
A silent girlfriend is what I'm expected, an invisable company. I cannot grasp the concept but try so badly for his approval.
I tried to see what was wrong with me, my body, my words, my sex. But nothing can explain why all of a sudden I am useless.
I wish I had my voice and could stand up tall, But his voice is louder and I repeatedly fall.
I question his love but know it has to be. Who would still want me after all that I showed I could be?
Now as I sit here fighting sleep, I am relieved, for the words they leaked. But I still cannot speak.