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My pain is unspoken. Unheard of.
My pain is whispers outside bedroom windows just before dawn.
Late night conversations with myself trying to gain understanding of what can not be understood.
Waterfall like tears creating deep puddle that my sorrows forever drowned in.
Days without sunlight my pain is unspoken. Unheard of.
3 years of pain followed by a lifetime of secrets as people take from me what they need and in place leave their burdens.
My pain is unspoken, unheard of. Just washed up pieces of me left behind as they were not seen fit to be taken, not fit to be loved.
My pain unspoken, unheard of.
