SILENCE

we scratch each other, bruise every bond, curse after every ordeal. we lash out, we shout, we kill, we bury one another. and yet– all we ever wanted was someone to hold our hand, to steer through the storm, to live with our flaws to understand that we're human– faulty fragile cracking beneath our own weight. we rot in silence, calling it strength. we bleed inside, then paint over the cracks and name it healing. love tastes like rust now– a metallic ache that never leaves the tongue. for every touch withheld a wound deepens somewhere unseen, we carry ghosts in our marrow, each apology unsaid turning to dust, to bitterness, to guilt that whispers our names in sleep.