the screams, all those screams. then the silence, silence isnt whats loud. it was the thoughts. all those thoughts telling me i would never be complete. and the beating of my heart just confirmed it. the uneven patterns played tricks on my ears and fading in and out of consciousness isnt easy. each waking time the pain of what had occured would bring back the pain and after such accustomed numbness i thought i would die. what you said, what i said, and what would never be said all plays on repeat in my head. there isnt a new song to replace it. too big of a challege i present no one willing to take the risk. tears of another kind have replaced the salty ones that use to roll down my cheeks. these tears are silent, no one else can hear them; no one else knows they're there. i wont forget what you meant to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem