My heart is heavy,
filled with tears of thousands of unspoken words,
each one a ghost with no name—
whispers that never found breath.

Trapped in my past,
in voids where pain echoes louder than time,
I walk through memories like broken glass,
bleeding, but no one sees the red.

Silence became my second skin.
Grief—a lullaby I sing in my sleep.
And though I smile in sunlight,
the night still knows what I bury deep.