There is just so much chaos in my silence,
The voice is not feeble, its just
something within me feels miserable
& why I complain when I couldn't turn it down.
Just like a pile of rubble, I collect my
trembling self and cower in the edge
Am I saving myself or immersing me more..
Am I out of the water or throwing my bits to wolves..
'You' won't know coz I never told
Not that you ever asked me,
Not that you broke me more
But you don't even know I'm more
than you see and touch
Am burning within and everything
that's troubling..
One day I shall burn you too.
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