Suffering in Silence

You think that you have to suffer in silence.

So you begging the slow descent to death, burning for a world that will never see you,

because you did not let yourself be seen.

That this makes your pain more acceptable. When in fact your pain has morphed into a forgotten act. Because what’s the point in burning just to burn?

Nothing.

You cannot burn and expect your pain to blossom into something more after you’re gone.

All you will leave is wreckage.

Your loved ones, wasted fire fighters who would’ve killed to have doused your flames, if only a moment.

instead they roam the night looking for your fire-the one that destroyed you. Trying to find the smoke curling from your toes.

Remember this when you speak to yourself at night, and the flames tickle your mind with words of hopelessness and despair.

Tempting your mind to insanity - believing that your burning is not worth putting out, or worse, that your pain is burdensome, so you condemn yourself to suffer silently.

There is no poetry in the death of something so senseless.

There is only the resounding truth, that the one who used to burn has been extinguished by their own flame.