They say your heart is the size of your fist,
But I don’t understand how such a small thing,
Can bear to stand a million thoughts,
And a million more secrets,
Always stuck inside, without a way out.

They never told me how big my mind would be,
But it’s the same as my heart,
Brimmed with secrets and guilts,
Embarrassments, unshed tears and
Everything I never could appraise.

They never knew about the thousands,
Of unfinished diary entries,
Each time, the same,
Somehow seeming impossible,
To write my mind out.

They didn’t care about the tears,
Which just wouldn’t fall,
No matter how hard I hurt myself,
No matter how much my heart ached,
Leaving me emotionally detached.

They overlooked my wounds,
Those bleeds that never seemed to seize,
Leaving scars in their wake,
Those that never let me forget,
The life I wanted to leave but failed.