• demeturis 9w

    Silent Ache

    From the other side of the glass,
    it slips away,
    day after day,
    It's tiring.

    They tell me to stay quiet.

    i watch as i live my life; a lie.
    My mind remains torn in two,
    one with the man behind the glass,
    and the other telling my story in half-truths.

    They tell me to stay quiet.

    I know that nothing
    would change what's happened,
    and the glass remains
    between you and me.

    ...and I'll stay quiet.