When it's time for me to speak, it will be the side of me that lurks on the darkest corner of my thoughts. The one who hears the whispers behind the back, sees the grins in all the fake cries and betrayal in every pat on the back. When it's time to speak, friendship gets ruined, family destroyed...including myself. Every word I'd wish to speak will be the seconds to self destruct...not even me will get out of this alive. It's a shame choosing not to speak for too long thinking they would do…
