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When it seems as if all I do is say the wrong words
It just seems like the world would be better off without my voice
A violent soft voice
A little voice meant to destroy
If only it could destroy
Social anxiety,
Selective mutism,
And the awkwardness
Created by me
In other words…it’s hopelessly my fault
My words have a tinge of blue
That slips under the radar
Because word suicide
Doesn’t happen all at once
It starts out as my mind nagging me
That I could have chosen better words
And then it escalates to my mind haunting me
Like a television
That turns on with the help of a ghost
The suicide happens
When I start to believe
That it hurts less
To say less
Instead of saying something I will regret