A burden sits heavy.
A secret runs deep.
It lives in the heart’s dark corners,
where shadows quietly seep in.
There’s no ache quite like
the story you never tell—
a ship of sorrow
caught and lost in its own storm.
Inside, it presses against the ribs,
wanting out.
In the fire of silence,
it smoulders.
A door never opened.
A road never walked.
A book left closed—
pages full of words
that were never spoken.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 7:22 AM UTC
A burden sits heavy.
A secret runs deep.
It lives in the heart’s dark corners,
where shadows quietly seep in.
There’s no ache quite like
the story you never tell—
a ship of sorrow
caught and lost in its own storm.
Inside, it presses against the ribs,
wanting out.
In the fire of silence,
it smoulders.
A door never opened.
A road never walked.
A book left closed—
pages full of words
that were never spoken.
Some stories don’t fade — they settle deep and wait. The Weight of What I Never Said explores the quiet ache of silence, and the heavy cost of carrying words the world never hears.
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