The things you meant to say

Maybe redemption is to far away
trapped inside the things you meant to say
Fearful, worried with lips sewn shut
bleeding the words from the obvious cut
You wish the wounds would vanish
simply forget to scar
Leaving you somewhat pure
Without any tarnished marks
Freeing you from your regret
That you feel every single day
when you remember all the things
you really meant to say
but never had the courage
to whisper them out loud
so you let them fall...
and with the blood
they hit the ground...