Behind closed wet eyes
and the whispers unspoken,
hides the fear of all.
Continuously
constricted by nothing,but
feeling everything.
wanting nothing more
than to just be heard for once.
Nobody listens.
Its like there are walls.
Walls that cannot be broken.
Walls that are sound proof.
Yelling and screaming.
Throwing stones at people's heads.
Nobody flinches.
The rocks ricochet,
they are flying everywhere.
Unable to hide.
The cold ore hits hard,
leaving scratches and bruises.
No apologies.
Not a single word,
just the malicious laughter
coming from nowhere.
Everything is black,
not even a single light
to break through the shade.
It's extremely brisk.
Surrounded by the crisp air,
yet suffocating.
Gasping for a breath.
The breath that does not exist.
Unattainable.
Praying...just praying
that the pain will go away
and never come back.
...But it always does.
It always finds its way here.
There's no stopping it.
It feeds off sorrow
from the depths of ones soul,
until it's all gone.
...and there is nothing more...
