They call it a sensitive issue to talk about
When it’s so easy to think about
The biggest elephant in the house
We carry on living and trying not to go there
For what reason, I don’t know
I’m so mad cause nobody wants to hear it
So mad cause we live in distort reality
Pretending to be all perfect, all flawless
So that people won’t talk
Yet we die inside
Because we are too scared
Too scared to overcome the fear
Wait until I open up my heart
and pour it all out, before you call me all perfect
And you’ll realise that I’ve just been quiet
I chose to be the silent victim
Chose to go “all strong” about it, as they put it
Chose to die inside, while smiling on the outside
Chose to give you the wrong impression
That im all good, all is well
But everynight I go to bed I promise you
It’s the first thing that comes to mind
The first thing I visualise
The first question being “why me”
Even though I did promise God that I shall never ask that question again
Waking up from a wet pillow every morning
Showered with tears
But hey…. Since nobody wants to hear it
Since everybody has turned the blind eye
I shall keep quite and not say it
Though it’s eating me inside
But I know it can happen to anybody
We just need that somebody to shout it out loud
For everybody to hear
And be aware!
To be silenced like this to me seems like a death sentence. Sharing any problem usually is a huge relief though yours with your pain needs so much support. There are so many incredible people waiting to guide yourself and so many others suffering. Thank you for sharing this heartache
thank you for taking time to read and for your wise comforting words of advice
thanks for taking your time to read this, thanks for your comforting wise words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your depiction of tears shed in silence is blatantly truthful and powerful in context. Focussed and factual. Thanks for sharing.