There’s a sob stuck in my throat.
I want desperately to let it out
but there is never the right time.
Not on my bed where my tender mother sleeps,
Not in the morning where I rush to be in time
Nor in the noon where I have to keep up with studies
Never at school where my friends need me to be strong.
But I’m not strong.
I’m not stable.
I’m weak and a second away from crumbling
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But there is sob stuck in my throat
And it’s stopping me from breathing.