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12/04-Silent Suffering
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December 2004 12-6-04
5:51 am
My t-shirt is soaked.
With the tears of a conversation.
The tears of loneliness.
The tears of heartache.
The tears of an unimaginable pain.
The tears I have cried before.
The tears I have known were coming.
But that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
I gasp for air.
As I try to remain silent in my suffering.
The vomit rises in my throat.
As the pain settles into my chest.
A pain I knew was coming.
But a pain that is killing me.
I don’t understand why it hurts so much.
When I knew it was coming.
I knew it and I couldn’t stop it.
And now I cry alone.
With no one to know of my silent suffering.
