Sacrificed Words, Meant for God.

I like the change it creates, talking.

my wrists feel like they need to be cut off, my bracelet is too binding. my vocabulary has never been so far from biblical that i need to tone it down a bit, even though all my friends say that when i speak it comes out too... forced...but what they don't know is that even though my soul isn't shy, my words, are, and so i have to push them out of my lungs, even when they grasp my teeth because they don't want to leave me, i still have to cut there wrists off. so yes even though i speak with force, i mean it. and even though i am too shy to listen to god because he is intimidating, the words i sacrificed for you are the only ones who became suicidal and decided that they had one purpose, and that was to talk to you. but then the words in my lungs got jealous and they decided they wanted to be heard also. and they sprang out .so i said to much, and i hurt myself having to shut my mouth, not letting any word slip out but one. guarded from the pits of my lungs, sought out for days and finally been found, and escorted to the lips that were supposedly sealed shut for days. i finally told you that i cared.