Hush! Don’t speak.

Hold it, don’t cry.

Don’t let them know.

Keep it together, don’t show. Only the weak cries. Only the cowards seek assistance.

Keep going.

Keep grinding.

“You’re just fine. Keep resisting. Ignore them. Those useless emotions, feelings and thoughts.”

And just like that my sufferings dismissed as something made-up.

So unreal, so dreamy.

A creation of the weak mind.

Oh, you never even acknowledged the wound, let alone listened to it bleed.

But will you ever know?

It’s the tears that keep me breathing.

It’s the sadness that proves I’m still alive.

It’s the pain that keeps me grounded.

It’s the way I hold it together.

It’s not my weakness – But my SUPERPOWER