I bit my tongue till it bled in the night,
kept quiet to keep the wrong people right.
Swallowed my pain, let my spirit decay,
but silence was poison—it hollowed my day.
I carried the weight of their shame on my chest,
thinking if I stayed quiet, they’d give me their best.
But toxic love thrives when your voice is denied,
and I’ve broken enough just to keep others alive.
Now I rise with a voice that refuses to hide,
my words are my weapon, my truth is my guide.
Call me “too much,” say I’m loud, say I’m rude—
I’m done being silent to comfort your mood.
Boundaries are bridges, not chains that I wear,
healing is power, and self-love is rare.
So I’ll speak through the cracks, through the screams, through the pain,
’cause silence was killing the fire in my veins.
This is my anthem, my raw battle cry—
I’ll shout it, I’ll sing it, I’ll bleed it, I’ll try.
I’m tired of silence, it led me astray,
so I speak anyway—
and I’ll speak every day.
