They ask me why I never sleep
Why shadows in my silence creep
But how do you explain the ache
When every breath you take might break

I carry nights without a name
A heavy hush; a quiet flame
My ribs hold storms I never speak
My soul is loud; my voice is weak

These tears aren’t tears; they’re floods of thought
Of battles fought and lessons taught
Of dreams I dressed in morning light
Now buried deep in endless night

They see the smile cos' I wear it well
A mask I've forged in private hell
But joy’s a suit I never fit
I grew up fast; need no one to babysit

I learned to write what I can’t say
To pen the pain and walk away
My heart’s a book no one has read
Each page a wound I’ve left unsaid

I’ve walked through years with hollow feet
And made my peace with incomplete
The world moves on; I stay behind
A ghost with memories on rewind

Why does it hurt to simply feel?
Why do my scars refuse to heal?
Why is my chest a thunder dome
A place of storms I call my home?

I cry at night; but not aloud
The dark has learned to hold me proud
While others sleep in soft repose
I bleed in verse that no one knows

This isn’t just a broken heart
It’s rusted dreams and ripped apart
It’s years of holding in the rain
And wondering if I’ll heal again