thoughts are exploding in rage.
Massive, the brain can't fit.
They flood beneath the ribcage,
disordering the heart beat.
The soul now is dead;
suffocating with words, unsaid.
Should you keep denying the truth?
Why don't you let your mind speak ?
You'll heal the scars ,
or you'll let the wounds go deep?
Never let your heart be chained.
Never let your core seem feigned.
You have to shout out loud,
so your voice can be found..