To speak or to die?

How to speak when the words are wedged in your throat? What if speaking only makes them burn on your tongue? Sometimes all you want is to disappear, to forget what lives inside you. All the pain you never could tell nobody. All the moments you were alone, crying. Now speaking feels useless — a waste of words, a waste of time, a waste of me. But maybe keeping it all inside is what’s ruining me. °•☆¤*☆▪︎☆•°¤☆▪︎•°¤▪︎▪︎☆•°°•☆¤*☆▪︎☆•°¤☆▪︎•°¤▪︎▪︎