once again
i am crushed
the silence of the physical pain
makes me want to scream

to scream at the world for not seeing
tears tears tears
like ripe fruits
engrave pathways into my face

pain chisels through my brain
sorrow, loss and loneliness

travel familiar routes
if i had been crazy

would it have been easier
than being seen as crazy

and being ignored
and invisible

underneath their 'knowing' eyes that put me in a case, a category
neatly tucked into a folder

instead of having to feel the unbearable weight of the pain that i carry

brother, how many times over will i be betrayed by you?
and when will it just stop hurting?