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You screamed so loud, hoping they'd hear,
But your voice was drowned, no one drew near.
You poured out your heart, a waterfall's flow,
But no one caught it—so you drowned in sorrow.
You shed tears like rivers, streams of pain,
But the sun dried them, leaving cracks in the rain.
You knocked on doors, desperate for chimney light,
But they shut you out in the cold winter night.
You embraced your truth, your authentic self,
Yet they judged and mocked you, they never helped.
Silence fills the halls, heavy and deep,
No sound, no movement—just ghosts that weep.
That silence stabs your ears, sharp and raw,
Until life drains out, leaving you no more.
Your scars remain unseen, for you're invisible to all,
Lost in the silence, within that empty hall.
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Echoes of Grief: A poetry collection during my depression
PoetryMy relationship with my father was far from ideal. Growing up, I never received the love or attention I needed from him, which created an emotional distance between us. I felt lost, without the paternal guidance I longed for. Then, in 2020, during t...
