Lost.. drowning. Chewed up. Spit out. Unheard.
Not all voices sound the same.
If I tell you I’m struggling, imagine it 100 times worse. If I get denied the services I requested, I must not be screaming loud enough. Not all voices sound the same. Listen to the ones who speak quietly. They’re the ones who hold back. They’re the ones that put on a brave front and try to hold down the fort. The rocks. When they tell you they’re breaking, then listen to them. If they tell you they’re broken, they broke a long time ago and you just ignored their pleas.
Scattered pieces flittering away on the breeze.
Remnants battered, having been tossed to and fro.
Hands trembling, long held out, reaching without purchase.
Voice hoarse and whispered from the cries never heard.
Mind spiraling into darkness, shattered, broken.