unspoken words

They say Hell is a place of pain and suffering, But when you've walked through it and back, Your thoughts begin to rack up, "What if's" What if, Hell is really Heaven? What if, demons aren't the ones in the wrong What if, Hell is simply created from unspoken words? Well if that is true, each line I write, Erases it, slowly but surely. I speak the unspoken words. And yes, I used to think a blade was a pen, and my wrist was paper, my blood the ink, But now, I speak the words everyone is afraid to say, Me, and all the other poets, We are the ones on the frontlines, Giving hope to the hopeless. Speaking the unspoken words.