It is a curse
To be unheard
Not being listened to
It kills you
From inside
Burns your heart
When the one you love
You care for
You live for
Of all the people
In the whole wide world
Is deaf to your sighs..
Blind to what you go through
Every day..
Every second
It turns you into
A breathing corpse
Makes you feel useless
Not the rejection..
But to be unheard...
Avoided..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Being unheard turns you into a breathing corpse. So true. Nicely expressed.