Unsaid Words

The clutter in my life is the things that I've never said even when my throat ached for me to.

 Those fragments and jumbled sentences lay all over my head. 

The little me inside my head curses everytime they stumble over sharp and heavy words. 

I stay up all night listening to the comotion within my head as little me breaks and smashes those 

words that went to waste.

"I'm leaving" and "What happend to you" are in shards that cut little me and leaves her to ache 

in the corner of my head. 

So many restless nights, so much pain, and so much regret could have been avoided. 

If only I had said those words that little me had screamed for me to say,

but hadn't had the courage for.