The Unspoken Life

There was once someone i use to know who struggled in life because she was kept quite and so this poem is her life from what she has told me and from what i have seen. She is everyone who has been kept quite, people i know and don't know. -GrandestNerd

She says everything

To no one

In an empty auditorium

With chairs lining the wall.

She looks out into the world

And sees expectations and norms

Set for her

As a young woman of great beauty.

She walks down the street

With her head bowed down.

The silence killing her.

Her words, slipping and dripping

Past her lips

Like blood

Hitting the concrete for anyone

To find,

To voice out loud and clear

For all to hear.

Anyone but her.

And when people

Turn an ear to hear her words

All they hear

Is her silence,

The silence from a girl who now

Lies in the ground.

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Dear Jessie, I was never able to tell you before because your story rendered me speechless, but the day you told me i cried for you. You had the guts to tell me if no one else, and i still could not even tell you my own. You may never read this, but just incase you do it's here for you. I miss you, but i am so proud of you. I hope you can find a haven in your new life, I wish you the best. Fariwell -G