"Locked words"
Jan. 9th, 2022 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ryuserevLocked words, those that you can't really speak up. Wanting someone to hear, to listen, yet as if under a spell, they don't come out.
It feels dry, and even dryer every time you try to force them out, as if your throat ran out of strength to let out sounds, as if your mouth muscles required much more of what you had to be able to move.
Frustrating, frustrating, frustrating. You want to shout them out loud, those locked words. A secret that shouldn't be one, a secret that you don't want to keep, yet it stays there.
Even if just for once, you wish to scream until your voice breaks down, until your hands feel the same ground your feet touch, until you fall apart.
Frustrating is to feel this weak. Sighs won't solve a thing, not only that, but tears neither. The grip in your hands to make you retreat, they are useless. That angered grip encourages the lock to grow stronger. Yet, yet, yet, even yet, you still hold hard those hands of yours, clenching your nails into your flesh, gritting your teeth.
Oh, the so called lock. Oh, that damn weakness of yours. Speak up. Speak up. Speak up.
Yet, you still hold onto that grip, so that those unwanted to be locked words will remain where they are.
Enduring the silence shouldn't be an option, as those words can be unlocked, and for you who knows deep down how, enduring shouldn't be an option.
But if only... All you wanted was for it to get accepted beforehand, to be asked about it. Even if you knew, deep down, how to unlock said words, pointless it was. Even if you wanted them to be heard, pointless it was.
It truly was pointless, if nobody wondered about it, and if nobody showed any more than rejection to it.
Oh, those locked words, for them who would probably be forever under that spell. For them who'd be forever under that curse. The curse of silence, for them being locked up.
It feels dry, and even dryer every time you try to force them out, as if your throat ran out of strength to let out sounds, as if your mouth muscles required much more of what you had to be able to move.
Frustrating, frustrating, frustrating. You want to shout them out loud, those locked words. A secret that shouldn't be one, a secret that you don't want to keep, yet it stays there.
Even if just for once, you wish to scream until your voice breaks down, until your hands feel the same ground your feet touch, until you fall apart.
Frustrating is to feel this weak. Sighs won't solve a thing, not only that, but tears neither. The grip in your hands to make you retreat, they are useless. That angered grip encourages the lock to grow stronger. Yet, yet, yet, even yet, you still hold hard those hands of yours, clenching your nails into your flesh, gritting your teeth.
Oh, the so called lock. Oh, that damn weakness of yours. Speak up. Speak up. Speak up.
Yet, you still hold onto that grip, so that those unwanted to be locked words will remain where they are.
Enduring the silence shouldn't be an option, as those words can be unlocked, and for you who knows deep down how, enduring shouldn't be an option.
But if only... All you wanted was for it to get accepted beforehand, to be asked about it. Even if you knew, deep down, how to unlock said words, pointless it was. Even if you wanted them to be heard, pointless it was.
It truly was pointless, if nobody wondered about it, and if nobody showed any more than rejection to it.
Oh, those locked words, for them who would probably be forever under that spell. For them who'd be forever under that curse. The curse of silence, for them being locked up.
