we won't cry anymore

silent cries

I woke to hands, unfamiliar, cold,
Like shadows creeping, silent, bold.
A touch that pierced, a ghostly trace,
That stripped away all warmth, all grace.

Just flesh, a body, nothing more—
A piece of meat to be adored.
No heart, no soul, no light inside,
Just something they consume, then hide.

I felt the weight, I heard the sigh,
But in my mind, I wonder why
I woke at all, in broken night—
I would have stayed beneath the light.

Perhaps in sleep, I'd never know
How deep these cracks, how far they'd go.
But now, awake, I wear this scar,
A wound that haunts from where you are.

I dream of silence, endless sleep,
Where I'm not prey for hands that creep.
If I had never seen that face,
I'd still be whole, not lost in space.