I think my body screams with pain,
But I'm remaining silent.
I feel so empty every day.
Can't bear this kind of violence.These memories do hurt me.
And you will never know
That I wasn't even sorry
Because I've lost control.Yes, I try to keep smiling,
But it causes more pain.
I'm so tired of fighting
These fears again and again.It's better to cry out loud
Than being silent at all.
But I will make no sound
Trying to get back self-control.I depend on people's opinions.
Can't live without listening to them.
Stopped relying on my feelings.
I do exactly what they say.It's annoying to be a puppet
In hands that don't obey the rules.
You know it's some kind of funny
To not be able to choose.I wish I could turn back time
To build my another life.
But it's only left to fight
Until the day I die.
YOU ARE READING
Through the pain
PoetryForgotten notes of burnt pages. Image copyright belongs to Miroslav Boskov