I feel like I can’t speak.

Sometimes I wish I couldn’t speak at all.

All it does is ruin things.

If I spoke now, everything would change.

I could just stitch my mouth shut!
But some people would question why.

Not like I could tell them anyway.

Often I see other people with scars around their mouths.

They tell me, “You can always talk to me!”, or “I understand.”

But it's all a lie.

Since they can speak, they can use that perfect little mouth of theirs to judge me.

Or spread my secrets that I trusted them with.

But I can’t talk to people who's mouths are already stitched.

They can’t tell me they're comfortable with it!

And they’re clearly going through something worse than me if their mouths are already shut.

So once they pry it open, I’ll just listen to them.

I’ll keep quiet.

I like listening to them talk anyway.

Even if its so negative.

And if someone’s mouth is open and scarless, I can’t talk to them either.

They wouldn’t understand.

They’ve never gone through what I have.

So how would they be able to help?

Who do I talk to?

Theres no one left.

That leaves me with only one choice.

Why didnt I do this earlier?

I will just stitch my mouth shut!

Actually, would staples be better?

Maybe tape?

Or glue?

No. I have to commit to this.

I’m going to stitch my mouth shut.

Sure, it might hurt more when I’m ready to take it out.

If I’m ready to take it out.

But maybe that's what I deserve.

Well then!

I’ll just get my needle and thread.

And never speak again.

Goodbye.

For a long, long time.