I tried crying, I try to,
The tears just don't fall.
There's this lump in my throat I feel,
The ache that comes with arrival of pain.
I want to tell you how I feel,
I want to share my pain.
I want to let this burden down,
Want to feel a bit relieved.
But the empath in me says,
"They're already in pain,
You just cannot add to."
I want, I crave, I need
Some time and love their's.
But my mind tells,
"They're busy dear;
You have your jobs too."
Now tell me,
What do I do?
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
PoetryWhen mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear rea...
