Echoes Of Unheard Screams

💔 "When was the last time you heard a scream that wasn't yours?"
This book is not written in ink-
it's written in the blood of things we buried.

The joke you laughed at.
The bruise you didn't see.
The child you ignored.
The man who cried in secret.
The woman who never screamed again.
The truth you scrolled past.

This is not a story.
It's a funeral for every feeling that was never allowed to live.

It's the rage in a mother's clenched fist,
the silence in a boy's hollow chest,
the fear wrapped in a girl's school uniform.

It's poverty in poetry.
Abuse between breaths.
Rape in the space between two jokes.

It's the sound of injustice-
not shouted, but whispered,
because the world never listens when it gets too loud.

These pages will not hold your hand.
They will drag you
through the alleyways of everything you pretend not to see.

Through child labour behind clean counters.
Through marriages built on bruises.
Through victims jailed while monsters roam free.

This book is not beautiful.
It's necessary.

And if you finish it feeling comfortable,
then you were part of the problem.
So ask yourself again-
When was the last time
you heard a scream
that wasn't yours?

Because this time,
you don't get to look away.
You don't get to say "it's not my story."
You don't get to sleep peacefully.

Because maybe next time...
the scream will be yours.
And maybe then-
no one will hear it either.