A DYING FIRE

I Don’t Talk Too Much These Days,

But I Think a Lot.

There’s A Version of Me That I Buried Quietly

Because Life Kept Asking Me to Be Stronger Than I Felt.

I Laughed So Loud the World Forgot I Cried Myself to Sleep.

I Was Everyone’s Light But No One Stayed to Hold Me in The Dark

People See Me Moving, Working, Laughing,

But They Don’t See the Part of Me That’s Slowly Fading.

I Whispered, I’m Fine “So Many Damn Times,

I Started Believing Maybe My Pain Was Imaginary.

But It Wasn’t Imaginary, It Was Real…

It Was Screaming Behind My Eyes,

Bleeding Through My Silence,

Clawing Through My Breath.

I Miss Who I Was Before Everything Felt So Heavy

Before Silence Became More Comfortable Than Conversation

And When I Finally Broke,

They All Said “She Was Strong…” “Never Saw It Coming.”

Of Course, They Didn’t.

No One Ever Sees a Fire Dying When They’re Too Busy Warming Their Hands on The Flames.

Remember;

The Loneliest Moment in Someone’s Life Is When They Are Watching Their Whole Life Fall Apart, And All They Can Do Is Stare Blankly.

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