If Only Someone Heard

There’s a storm behind my silent eyes,

A throb that screams, a soul that cries.

This headache pounds like unspoken fears,

A heart heavy with unshed tears.

I just want to live—truly, freely,

Not just survive, barely, meekly.

Once… just once, I long to hear:

“I’m proud of you, my dear.”

Yes, I’m a mess, flawed to the core,

But I’m human—am I not worth more?

Emotions swirl like broken glass,

Each cut a memory I can’t let pass.

Who will understand this shattered maze?

Who’ll light my path through shadowed haze?

My heart is flooded, drowning slow—

But I smile so the world won’t know.

I wish I could explain, even to me,

The war inside no one can see.

But thoughts are tangled, lost in night,

And my headache steals all will to fight.

Just one embrace, one hand to hold,

A voice that says, “You’re brave. You’re bold.”

But till that light comes breaking through,

I bleed in poems, quiet and true.