I’ve got dark spots on my elbows
from the times I’ve leant against the counter
and my held my head in my hands.
I’ve got this sore throat
from the sighs
I’ve pushed through gritted teeth.
All the hurt in my heart
has spread to less prepared
parts of my body
and I am terribly unequipped
to face the days
I used to know how to live.
My thoughts are so loud
cannot decide which ones to speak
I need to digest
If only I could eat.
If no one knows you’re alive, you aren’t. If a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around to hear it, it does make a sound. But then that sound is gone.