The death
Was less than six years ago
The wound
Inflicted six years ago
My life was destroyed
And no one noticed
Still, no one notices
And the pain continues
I won't be able to see
The last of the things she owned
I won't be able to see
The house she lived in,
The house
she raised her kids in
The house I loved more
Each time I visited
I still cry
I still hurt
My mother,
My father,
They don't notice
My friends,
I guess I hide it too well.
I wish someone would see through
All my disguises
The masks, and smiles.
I wish someone would try
To find the real reason
As to why I don't speak often.
The pain gets too strong
When the ones who won't remember
All her smiles and jokes,
Are taken to see the house.
Some may notice
My sadness,
But no one presses.
Oh, how I wish they would.
The ones who could tell
And helped without asking
Are gone
I'm left alone
To cope with pain
And another move.
I wish the mask I wear
Would fall
And the pain I hide
Would come into the light
I need help with this
But there's no one around
And her death
Is left behind in the shadows
The only tears shed
Were mine.
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Behind The Barriers
Poetrywarning: poems may include homophobia, gay stuff, violence, abuse, self harm, and/or suicide