Tearless cries and silent screams
Bleed through cracked walls of her mind,
Invisible wounds that never clot,
A haunting without a ghost—
Just the echo of a soul unraveling.
Voiceless acts of depression
Carved into her days like scars in stone,
She starves for meaning,
Chokes on routine,
Drinks poison disguised as normalcy.
Acts that were ignored and shut down,
Dismissed with cold stares and careless shrugs,
Her pain swept under the rug
Like a mess too ugly to look at—
Too inconvenient to fix.
They told her to smile,
So she stitched one into her skin.
They told her to be strong,
So she shattered in silence.
Now she is a grave with no name,
A flickering light in a house condemned,
Breathing, moving, dying—
Without a sound.
And still, the world spins on,
Unbothered.
Unmoved.
Unaware
Of the funeral taking place
Behind her eyes.
