There was once a time when you need an ear,
countless times that you'vve needed release;
Was I not the one who decided to hear?
And eventually you found peace.
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I understand. I feel as though I am the only one listening, The only one who lends his strength. What happens then, should I have Lent it all? Where will I be? The only one silent. I can relate to this poem, but there is a reason we have poetic voices....
This is awesome, I added it to my favorites. I get that feeling of being torn from the inside, never being heard or helped by others, yet taking on the weight of the world for everyone else's benefit. It can definitely bury you. I think you used really good visuals too, like they're tearing my limbs and ligaments, at the end with you stitch my words. Loved reading this.