Holy mother of god....how much more can I take?
how can I be so strong?
Why haven't I broke yet? I feel broken....
I feel like I am picking my way though broken glass
I feel disrespected at every level, and with every person
When I talk, only I can hear my words, no one else can
How many straws can I carry on this camels back?
There are too many already
and I am weighted down, down, down....
I feel my back slowly cracking, the weight is too much...
No one can really see me, I am invisible
Invisible in my silent suffering
invisible with my pain and agony
disregarded and thrown away like yesterdays trash....
I don't know how to sign this, because I feel we all wrote this...
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