My poems. "If my body could speak"

If my head coul speak, it would tell about my greatest fears,

The thousands of thoughts that leave me in tears.

The nightmares that disturb my sleep,

Remembering each one, as if they were something to keep.

If my lips could speak, they would tell about every moment they were bitten, until they forgot to form words,

And about all the poison that seeped through them,

That still stains them to this day. 

Never forgotten, never truly forgiven.

If my throat could speak, it would tell about every moment I felt like I couldn't breathe,

The moments when it was suffocated by thousands of words that rose too quickly from my soul,

Trying to cover this hole, called misunderstanding.

If my chest could speak, it would tell about the constant weight it is under,

And would split the air in screams of agony like a thunder.

If my arms could speak they would tell about when I didn't feel they're mine,

And they would do anything just so I could say "i'm fine".

They would tell about every moment they held each other under the sign of the cross, wanting nothing less than forgiveness and feeling divine,

Only to repeat the same sin when the sun began to shine.

If my back could speak, it would tell about the moments when it was bent under the weight of my own expectations,

Never truly satisfied,

Always looking for new sensations.

If my legs could speak, they would tell about how they tried all their life to take me home,

A place where I would feel less alone.

They would tell about how they distanced me from everyone who seemed too much or too less,

Eliminating any form of stress,

Trying to lead me to success,

But I can't seem to get out of this mess.

In the end, if my heart could speak, she would be the quietest of all, as she knows that words are useless.

You need more than that to be saved,

And no matter how well you behaved, 

Praying for forgiveness only drives away the darkness if you give up your weakness.

If my body could speak...

It would ask for forgiveness and to change every thing that makes it wrong, that makes it mine.

But isn't in mistake something divine?