Silent suffering

I write pretty words,
Strong meanings
with flowery sounds,
They ring in my ears,
And float in the dark.

These are my sad lines,
Why I can’t sleep,
Why I don’t eat,
These are my shackles,
My torture when it’s silent.

Too many thoughts,
Too much noise,
No one’s speaking,
No one will hear me,
They crowd on me,
And scream in my ears.

The little horrors they forgot,
The rhythmic lies,
And empty promises,
Their scary threats,
And horrible fate,
It’s approaching,
It’s nearer.

They keep me quiet,
They make me pretend,
Nothing’s wrong,
Nothing’s broken,
But look into my eyes and see,
They’re empty,
You’re looking at the abyss.

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