the people who forced silence down your throat
while you begged to be heard aren’t actually
happy for you when you find your voice again-
underneath that well dressed congratulations
sits the ill groomed curiosity wondering
just what it is you are going to say
now that you are no longer afraid
There are days when pain plants itself at the root of
me and i can not tear away from it without leaving
pieces of myself scattered and torn across the floor
Tell them you love them
Nothing is more important
Before time runs out
on the days where my insides are screaming the loudest
on the outside, everything about me is still
present but not seen
this is a pain unknown
