Life? Life.

What's Worse?

I don't know what's worse,
if it's to be silenced or to be forced to speak?
I don't know what's worse,
if it's to hurt someone or to get hurt?
I don't what's worse,
if it's to not be ok or fake being ok?
I don't know what's worse,
if it's the world keep moving on without me or the world stopping in my face?
I don't know what's worse,
if it's being alone or being in a crowd of too many people?
I don't know what's worse,
if it's being numb or feeling everything all at once?
I don't know what's worse,
if it's forgetting or remembering?
I don't know what's worse,
if it's holding on or letting go?

I don't know what's worse,
if it's me writing this in the middle of the night signifying another memorable event and I'm drowning in either thoughts or emotions
or
if it's you reading this at god knows where, stopped in your tracks as you're in dire need of an escape but this poem is slapping you harder?