Why were humans given words at all?
When the ones I truly want to say can’t reach anyone.
Afraid of being misunderstood, of being hurt again,
So I stayed quiet, swallowed everything down.
I carried my wounds,
Protected myself the only way I knew how,
Just to make it this far.
I’m right here —
Maybe too small for anyone to hear.
But I’m screaming with everything I have.
Someone… please notice me.
Please tell me I’ll be okay.
Why were humans given feelings at all?
Joy, sorrow, loneliness, hope —
All these colors mixing together