Unspoken Words Poem by Slim Jim

Blades are berried into my skin
Now the only question is who will win
This fight
To save my life
I was raised by fear
So no one would have to hear
Me screaming at life,
Hoping someone would walk by and take the knife
Out of my hands
Then I found out from my friends
That I’m not the only one waiting in line
For the end of time
I won’t let my rust slow me down
And I will try to hold my ground
These unspoken words are now being said
Through voices in our heads
“Just carry on through this life
Upon the shelf rest your knife
Don’t abuse your wings to get around
Place your feet back on the ground.
Life is hard, life is rough
Life ain’t easy, life is tough.
Do you want to try and make it through?
It can be done, but its up to you.”