There is something caught in my throat making its way out, like a worm digging its way up from the earth. But the earth's crust is hard and there is pressure, pressure pressure
I can't bring forth what is stuck inside I feel the need to express something but I do not know what
I can't bring myself to say the things that I need to say and it is making me ache it is making me tired and wishing
One day you will touch me on the shoulder and I will fall to dust.