You never
thought the wound
Was supposed
to let itself show,
It was not
supposed to take in air
Or tell
the world that it exists
It was
hidden among the million lies
While it
had a million reasons to not speak up
The wound
hid
for a
million years
under the
million layers of you
The unfathomable
but invisible pain
Can strike
you inside your heart
You know,
there’s always something changing in the world
Some changes
are good, some are not,
Among
these changes, the wound forgets its importance
The world
told it, it is not important
But instead
of feeding it air to breath in,
You put
salt over it
You amplified
your own pain to match the world’s
But there’s
so much pain in this world, you will never be able to match
This is
not a competition, this is you
Your pain
is your story and not a participant in some race
Just
because you are different
Just because
your pain is different
Doesn’t
mean it doesn’t matter
Your voice
was not meant to cry itself to sleep at night
Your voice
was born to be heard
Your voice
is the sword that can
Tear
through borders and centuries of injustice
When I
tried doing it, I reached the other end of the galaxy
And received a
lullaby back
But
instead of letting it put myself to sleep
I let
myself ease the tension in my skin and let my wound show
Believe
me, it was always supposed to be shown
