Unspoken words

I know what I need to say.

Day in, day out, my mouth betrays me.

Why can’t I please whisper the unspoken words?

I know they’re there, in the back of my mind.

I hope one day the words will form into something more.

Something beautiful, perhaps. Something that will make you think.

I wish that I could say something to remember me by.

I wont be here very long, and I need to speak these words.

They burn my throat, my lungs.

The air that once surrounded me; the air I took for granted, it’s gone.

I fear I’ll never take another breath.

I waited too long to speak, the words have taken over everything.

They needed a place to roam.

To infect the minds of the helpless public.

They needed to populate the world with their poisonous meanings.

Meanings that change depending on who you are.

Meanings that truly mean nothing.

Why did I wait so long to speak?

They’re trapped inside. Now they’ll seek comfort in my demise.

Their roots go straight to my very core.

I’m trapped, as they are.

They were the words that were going to paint the world.

Now they’re stuck inside of me.

They’re painting my insides with lead.

How tragic.

My final thoughts, the words that need to be uttered, they’re forever inside of me.

They could have changed the world.

Now? Now they’ll change nothing.

I shouldn’t have waited so long.