It gets hard to breathe
You find them everywhere you look
Anytime you take your food
And cant swallow
It gets difficult to feed yourself but how will they know?
You rub yourself on and on
You want to rip off your skin
You want to erase those dirty grips forever but
But they always stick to you behind your mind
They never leave
You try to fall asleep and their eyes flash in front of you
Not the eyes everyone wants to stare at all-day
But the eyes that give you a shiver down your spine
You clutch to yourself and hold your arms tight
You cover yourself but how long can someone protect oneself
Aren’t you tired?
Tired enough to carry on with your life with a smile
Tired enough to attend all the hangouts but will they know?
They never know the unspoken you
And they never know your storm
In the end, you got you
And your unspoken trauma
You, me, We
We can fight through this.
Your Unspoken Trauma ( Originals)
by Fusion of Magazine
