Silent Suffering

Jenny Frye

Silent suffering cries of a once so innocent little girl who often had to be so strong at such a young age who hears the silent cries of this little girl? no one knows, no one cares She was shaking, she was scared! Knowing she couldn't escape, even if she dared! Night after night she sits on her bed alone hearing the screams in her head wanting to run and shout from all her fears no ones around to wipe her tears she was told to keep silent This silent suffering has turned her world upside down! where can she go? what does she do? who does she tell? she did nothing to deserve this? All her once so innocent dreams now turned into fears sadness and madness are the things she tries so hard to hide she cant let out the feelings she keeps buried so deep inside Will someone come rescue me from this Silent Suffering? A voice came from afar saying I've felt your pain I've found a way to end your pain and free you from this nightmare you will be free, I can give you strength So you can find hope to hold within There will come a day that you will stand and lift your voice from all your despair and rise up for all the world to hear!

2018-09-27 23:12:38

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