Cold
Fractured, not broken.
Cold
I pretend I’m dead
And everything is ok.
Don’t give it
A second thought,
There’s nothing to say,
Things have always
Been this way.
I pretend I’m dead
So I won’t feel
What’s hurting me.
It’s way down deep,
It can’t be seen
Because it’s hidden inside.
Away from the light
Of the harsh sun
That burns me.
Nothing to see here,
No,
Nothing is bleeding.
Nothing I’m needing.
It's my soul
That's retreating.
Yet they'll say
It’s all in my head,
After all these years,
Just my unfounded fears,
And of the Gender War,
I’m conceding.
I speak softly to myself,
“Hush now, my inner child,
No one sees your tears,
So just keep quiet, dear,
And smile.”
Silence is golden,
And you are beholden
To all the men
Who brought you here.
To those men
I say thank you
For all that you’ve done
To break the unbreakable
To empower yourselves.
The world is
not safe
For anyone.
At the cost of
Everyone
Except you.
It’s not up to me
to make you whole,
We can do nothing
to save your souls.
We pay the cost,
Yet
We never lost.
You can’t lose a war that you refuse to fight.
Thank you for reading. (⊙‿⊙✿)
-::WickedLizzie::-