Words unsaid

Constantly

The truth bleeds out,

but continuously falls short.

Fallen lives, fallen dreams, fallen morals

Stale words in the backs of peoples' heads

Billions of people

with trillions of thoughts

If we would just all say how we really feel

Make a change when we feel the need

Would those stale words in the back of our heads

be replaced with bullets?

Too afraid to live our lives,

Our existence is wasting away.