My tears
falls on deaf ears,
a silent river no one sees.
My pain
falls on deaf ears,
echoes swallowed by the void of chaos.
My anguish
Met by uncertainty
my feelings,
carried into tiny whispers lost in the storm of heartache
“Mama, ¿dónde estás?
Tengo frío, te necesito.”
I am here,
a small shadow in the corner,
hoping, aching, waiting—
for you to see me.
Why can’t you see me?
My need for comfort drifts
into empty air,
unnoticed, unanswered.
My need for love
finds No resting place
no one to hold me.
My wounds
bleed in silence,
untended, unseen.
I fall,
but no one reaches.
I hurt,
and the world turned away.
“Mama, ¿dónde estás?
Tengo miedo.
La voz se me está desapareciendo.
La oscuridad me está devorando. “
I scream.
I beg.
I plead.
I bargain.
And then—
your hands,
cold and unkind,
find me.
They shake me
your fingerprints leave behind a trail of torment
I wish I hadn’t been found
I wish I was invisible.
I wish I wasn’t alive.
I wish I was anywhere but here.
So I stop.
I stop fighting.
I stop caring.
I stop wishing.
I stop dreaming.
I stop speaking.
And the silence becomes my only friend.