Dry Lips

You say I'm shy
Quiet
Lonely
Maybe I am a wallflower.
Decorating
The corner of the room
Fading away
Why don't I ever speak
You ask
I have nothing to say
I want to say
But my lips are sewn together
With my own trembling hands.

Blood is spilling
On the rugged asphalt
And I know that
I don’t
Deserve a semicolon
But I desperately
Need one
To prove something
To someone
So somebody
Would think something
Of me.

So my lips bleed through the
Cracks
In flesh and road that
Leads to nowhere.

Maybe I am a wallflower
But today
I am just a girl
Standing in front of people
For once hoping
No one listens
Hoping they
You
won’t notice
My clumsy
Bleeding stitches
For
despite the red tears
I throw at the floor
I don’t even deserve
A full stop.