Your mom asks you whats wrong.
You say nothing.
Deep inside knowing you aren’t okay.
Your friends ask you whats wrong.
You say nothing.
Thinking that they might leave of ow many issues you have that they don't know about.
Your dad asks if your okay.
You sigh and decide it's finally time to tell someone.
You tell him everything.
He then puts you into a mental hospital because he's scared of his safety.
Your worst nightmare had turned into a reality, no one cared.

is silence stronger
than words that end up empty
or do you hear them?

from my book "this and that and everything in between" - https://www.amazon.com/author/rickadamspoetry

each night
when I go to bed
I lay on my side
because there are
knives in my back
and knives in my heart

lying on my back
or on my chest
would only push the
knives in further
and deeper

as if they’re not
far and deep enough

I have managed to
remove some of
the knives and
continue to live
while bleeding through
the open wounds

although I suppose
removing the knives
doesn’t matter
at this point

for every knife that
I remove
there’s another one
or two or three that
are stuck in me

I don’t even feel
the pain anymore

I just know that the
knives are there

and so do those who
stuck them there

I remember who
stuck each knife
and when they
stuck it in

and stupidly I forgave
a couple of them
only for them
to stick the knife
in me again

never trust the hand
that stabbed you
even once

if they stab you
once they will
stab you again

some may remove the
knife and heal the
wound themselves
but this is rare

the majority
if not all
of those
who stuck the knife
in you would rather
watch you bleed to
death than remove
the knife and heal
your wound

yet
I am not
bleeding to death

I am
not dying

so
with that
I shall remove
each and every
one of these knives

if anything
each one of
these knives
has only made
me stronger

if I can
survive this
I can
survive anything

Don't lose yourself to sorrow
Embrace joy and live for a better tomorrow

Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.

you said that
love
was for
the weak ones

never have i ever
been this happy
to be            
weak