Unsaid Things

The day that my thoughts end up on a note
Is probably the same day I'll spend Planning my own end.
I won't do it,
I think.
I'ma Pussy in other words,
Scared of death in other words.
But don’t test me, I say
Coz I might be a pussy.
But a loser I'm not
I proved myself wrong so many times.
I'll Die a Winner rather.

You might not wanna know what I think.

So it's unsaid things
I think that you aint ready-
For my truth,
For my shit.
If I put it in ink on paper
It might be stupid or
Maybe it might change you or me.
I might rub it with paint all over the wall.
Is it paint?
Or is it something else?
That may stay unanswered,
Until it starts smelling…
If I get the chance to say the things unsaid,
It might be mind-blowing or
I might end up,
The end of science…

Unsaid things will stay exactly that.
Unsaid things.
Because when It's said, wrote or typed.
We all know its gon end Bad…
Unsolved Mystery.