Sometimes

Sometimes, even when I am supposed to say something, my chest constricts and my heart burns, my lips sewn shut. 

Sometimes, I just don’t know what to say. How do I put it into words? Are there words for this? 

Sometimes, I feel like the worst person alive. Maybe I am. I shouldn’t be allowed to live. Cause all I ever do slice through people’s skin. 

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