once upon a time
there was a girl with no voice
one day she thought „fine,
i dont have a choice"                                          
i can no longer keep it shut
my mouth wont allow me
to
shut the fuck up
and-
maybe if i get through this
things will stop to suck

and-
thats when she started to speak
words shaky, blurred together
like a song, on repeat
every word adding pressure
until its all complete
she grows lesser and lesser
into her damaged seat-

„this can only get better
when you remember to eat
and they might start to listen
if you move up a street
and no matter how hard,
you will make your ends meet
have no choice, whatsoever
and he kind of seems sweet-

have you been doing okay?"
his hands around her neck-
the answer, seems painfully clear
she just cant shake- the way-
and all that fear
and lately she feels like
the end is near-

has she been doing okay?
everybody keeps asking
she doesnt know what to say;

and after some days
her phone goes silent
even her grandma says
„he has never seemed violent"
for the last time this year
and
all his friends forget what he's done
they go back to hang out-
since he is so much fun
and always so fucking loud,
he is joking about it-
sometimes he even seems proud
of how he made her sick
and they never reach out;

why does nobody call her anymore?
when she finally decided to speak up
this wasnt what she was aiming for-

and she thinks to herself „bad luck,
bad people, mad world"
„when the hell did you all decide
i wasnt worth to be heard?"