they said i was

too quiet,

like there was

an ending to

the silence when

i breathe in heavily,

when the skies rock

against my chest and

i tremble, a scream of

fear, washing over me.

the deception of being

fine, becomes a nightmare

that doesn't make any sense.

lies that are crucial—a pain

that is felt through bloody

knuckles.

i can't pretend anymore.