Quiet Pain

I often wondered if I happened to be invisible, it’s sad that they never disagreed.

I drown in the ocean of labels that my body and mind have on them, words from people I thought were my own.

They wished that all my dreams would come true with a smirk, making me realise far too late that nightmares are dreams too.

It was quiet pain.

The kind of pain you feel when you go to take a shower but end up drowning.

It’s gazing out the window and seeing nothing but broken dreams and clouded hopes.

It’s what you see in his happy and unbothered eyes, through your teary ones.

It’s when every word you say to yourself is a stab straight to your heart.

But that’s just the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

And with the feeling of pain, comes the feeling of strength.

I try to cross this border of depression, getting electrocuted at every step I take.

It’s hard, I scream but I hear the ones I love cheering me on throughout the way.

Together, we move onward and upward with strength and power.

For we’re not going back, not now, not tomorrow, not ever.

- Nikita Carolyn