You don’t know what it’s like
To suffocate on your own thoughts,
Wishing you’d end your own life,
Wishing you’d just die and rot;
You don’t understand how it feels
To try your best in the bleakest vain,
To drown in the deepest creeks
Of tears seeping from the cracks of pain;
You don’t know that feeling when
You try your best to hide
Behind many shades of pretense
Only to end up broken inside;
When you’re drowning,
Numbed by the piling hurt,
Sorrow constantly pounding,
Silenced by utter loss of words;
You just don’t know.
Worded Sorrow 