Tacenda
There's a lump in my throatand all unsaid words feel stuckI can't seem to get awayfrom the pain they create
There's a hole in my chestformed by the words you leftthey tried to keep me wholebut they were the ones who broke me
Will it always feel like this?Is there no place I can be free?If I don't take them away from me?
Or should I profess them out loudand not care about the destruction they'll causeOnce I break the chains from silence?
Tacenda are things not to be mentioned or made public—things better left unsaid;