Silence

They held her mouth shut. They whispered in her ear and bled into her heart.

But she never knew where to start.

These feelings that she just wants to be done,
They sit in the back of her mind like a loaded gun.

So she squeezes the trigger a little each day,
Knowing her problems would be so easy to make go away.

A blade, a gun.
A battle never required to be done.

But the price?
It was always her life.