Suffer In Silence. Poem by Sierra Evans

Birds can scream,
fly free.

Away.


Animals whimper,
whine,
run.
Run free.

Away.


Now you.
Small child,
you sit.

You weep,
you sob.

You cower,
coward.

You sleep, wake,
eat, breathe,
live.

No,
not alive.

Just...


Living.

No sense,
slef-respect,
dignity,
nor free will.

Just living.
Being seen as little as possible.

But still, it's your fault.
Still, you falter.
You breathe out of sync,
eat the wrong way.
Sleep out of orderly.

You get shunned,
abused,
mentally stabbed by venomous words.

Stolen by evil souls.
Corrupted by evil eyes, terrifying hands.

Now you lay.
Now you hide.
Up in a tree.
Way up high.


You see the birds,
the animals.

You are not free.
You are not them.

Silently you suffer.
All alone,
no one to comprehend your pain.

Jump.


Down.....
down....
down...
down..
down.
You go.


SNAP.



BREAK.


CRACK.


Goodbye, silent sufferer.