Do You Know?
No one knows.
You don’t know fear,
until you’re staring it in the face.
You don’t know pain,
until it hurts so much it can’t cry.
You don’t know tears,
until you’re doubled over with none left.
What did you say?
Are you sure?
You think you know pain,
since you’ve felt it before.
You think you know sadness,
because you’ve cried yourself out.
You don’t know.
So rate it on a scale of one to ten.
Step away from the pain,
only to feel it again.
That’s pain.
That’s fear.
Those are tears.
Feel it.
Know it.
See the girl,
whose learn to muffle her tears.
She cries in her sleep,
and her nightmares are her fears.
She knows pain.
It hurt her every night.
Now,
it just hurts inside.
She knows fear.
It’s what happens
when she’s facing the unknown.
She knows tears.
She cries,
silently.
Every month, she cries.
Over time, she’s learned.
How to hide.
To scream without noise,
and then,
doubled over from them all,
the end.
It’s all gone.
It’s all out.
She sits up,
ready for another try.