The spoken word.

Title : Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid.

Some things are better left unsaid.
Some things are even better forgotten.
Never be thought;
Never be remembered;
Never be written down.

We could be masters of the unsaid words,
But slaves to those we let slip out.
This is probably something I've wanted to express because I care,
Something unsaid; that I needed to share.

Someone once told me,
That a girl didn't have anything to live for thus chose death.
She cried day and night,
Ask me why? There was nobody to hold her tight.

At nine, her mother died, she cried.
At eleven, she shed the bitterest tears seeing her father with another woman in bed.
When she was twelve, her father left her stranded.

Drugs, drinking, smoking were her source of comfort,
It wasn't as much a choice as it was life.
Neither did she stay in school,
Because she thought that'll be cool.

Then? Brothel took charge of her life.
Two cents she earned was on bread and pie.
It was life. Her life.

She ran, ran away when she couldn't stand.
At sixteen, she had a baby with a man.
Never was there anyone more pure and sincere,
Whom she despised.
Not for being born,
But for being alive.

It shouldn't have stopped then,
But what is life if not cruel?
Her father came by and took her gem.

She couldn't stand how cruel life was to her,
That she cried daily.
She thought there was nothing else to live for; as she beg God to take away her life.
Eventually time showed her mercy and gave her to death.

Her life was a story of suffering;
Tragedy;
Destruction;
that serves as a perfect example that :

Some things are should never be spoken;
Never be thought;
Never be written down.
However, this thing should never be left unsaid.