silent suffering, voices in this room
ai-generated. please, algorithm,
feed me tears to cure this suffering.
silence stuck in my throat— i can’t
scream long enough, to become
the silent man in the silent crowd.
wiping my face feels like nosebleeds
but dismissed as nothing. an empty box
stuffed with matter, atoms and pieces
building me up only to crush me down.
what really matters in this silent suffering?