🖋️ The Weight I Carry in Silence 🖋️
🖋️ The Weight I Carry in Silence 🖋️ There’s a storm inside, but no sky to cry, A voice unheard, though I whisper why. I walk through days with a silent ache, Smiling with lips my heart would fake. I wear this mask — soft, composed, But deep within, the pain enclosed. Not loud enough for the world to see, Yet heavy enough to bury me. I try to speak, but the words retreat, Like tides that vanish beneath my feet. Not for lack of trust or love, But fear — that no one’s enough . What if I’m too much to hold? What if my story’s too heavy, too cold? So I stay quiet, day by day, Letting my soul slowly drift away. But even silence has its weight, And hearts weren't made to suffocate. So here's a thought — gentle, true: You're not weak for feeling blue. The mind may whisper, "Bear it alone," But healing begins the moment you’ve shown Kindness to yourself — a touch, a breath, A pause between the noise and death. Write it down. Sing it out. Cry if you must, screa...