Since I remember being me, I was told to be strong. To not show weakness. I never understood what it meant. What was considered a weakness? Were any part of my emotions besides anger and hate a weakness? Was I not allowed to hurt, to cry, to feel?
What of the emotions inevitable to any human, like sadness, sorrow and pain? Was I not allowed to speak, to seek help when help was needed?
With time I learned there's a specific loneliness for man. One that fills any kind of joy. One that makes your strength crumble with such a force it takes mountains to move back again.
Silenced, ignored and certainly not able to say; I hurt too, what becomes of a person who cannot speak. What becomes of us, when all the heads lay low, afraid to shout? To scream? To say; I'm here, and I need help.
Text by MV (MSTT)
Photo by Google
2025
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