Whats the point of having a voice if no one is going to hear you out anyway?
No one is willing to help scare away these thoughts that haunt me down every day.
Whats the point of having a perspective in life if you’re going to be judged about seeing something a certain way?
Regardless of how I decided to view life, i was told to sight it differently.
Whats the point of crying if the tears are going to dry up on your face?
My tears built up in my eyes to the point where there was no storage to keep them hidden and no humanity in humans to wipe them off before it stained.
What happens when you’ve concealed your feelings for way too long, there is no place accepting to hide away the pain?
My heart had been neglected by the worlds weight to the point where it doesn’t function the same.
Zeinab Arjah 25/11/15 @za_writings