It messes with my head
how many teens keep quiet carrying storms,
no one ever stops to notice.
While Some decide
this world just isn't worth staying for.
They can't feel the light,
can't even feel the dark all they saw was a rope
It crazy
how some lie awake in rooms
that never feel like home.
Houses echo with silence.
Blankets give no warmth.
Comfort feels like a story
told to someone else.
And then we show up too late.
All dressed in black,
lined up to drop a rose
on the space they used to fill.
It's wild how your silence
finally makes them listen.
How your absence
screams louder than your pain ever could.
I can't believe it takes the end of a heartbeat
for people to realise you were here all along.
They offer you flowers
Only when you become dirt and
dust and finally with the earth