Listen
Listen.
Please hear me out.
Understand.
This pain is not for attention.
This pain is not for me.
This pain is not for drama, or hysteria.
Nor is this pain, a ghost of the past.
This pain is far worse than death.
It is its own lingering pain.
A pain upon pain.
I can’t stop it anymore.
I can’t pretend it isn’t there.
Because it is.
It tortures me.
It hurts me to please it.
It makes me never stop.
It makes me never smile.
And when I finally let it out,
all because of an event, an excuse,
Everyone goes deaf.
Or, am I just mute?
This pain leaves, and returns
with armies.
I can’t make peace.
It has entered my fort.
My loneliness.
I’m not even alone anymore.
All I want is an ear,
Please.
Are you listening?
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