Pit in my stomach, why can the floor not swallow me?
Damn. Damn. Damn. Why can I not let it be?
A simple fool. I open my mouth and say what I say
Only to have it pushed off to another day, a different day.
Even after all this time, I only ever had one wish
To cease this childishness, cease being so foolish
And to simply open up, to speak, to share –
And not curl up as soon as the words left, to not care.
Why can I never open my eyes and just see
That some things are left unsaid and not to be?