Whenever my soul wants to shout,

I write my pain out.

My pen bleeds it,

But only these papers can read it.

The wounds never show up,

My smiles hide them.

But beneath they grow like cancer,

Eating my life up.

They are insidious,

They are scary.

They make my bones,

Shiver wildly.

And it suffocates me hard

In solitary.

I’m a human,

Who needs someone

Not to stop me,

But to hear me

In my most silent cries,

Till my last tear dries.

-Saraswati Tiwari

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