They say, "Life is always unfair,"
A truth so harsh, it’s hard to bear.
But never did I think it would go this far,
That life’s unfairness would leave me scarred.

I once believed, with all my heart,
That sharing pain would heal the part,
Of me that hurt, the part that bled,
That someone’s love could calm my head.

But now I know, the truth is grim,
The loved ones' hearts, they can dim
The spark of hope I tried to hold,
When sorrow’s story is left untold.

For it’s the ones I love the most,
Whom I must hide the pain from, close.
It’s them I protect, with silence in my veins,
Fearing that my sorrow will bring them chains.

I learned it young, the bitter cost,
When sharing pain just feels like loss.
A friend of mine, so bright, so kind,
Whose heart I shattered, left behind.

I told her once, of my despair,
And saw the change, the weight she’d wear.
She blamed herself, a burden deep,
Crying alone, no comfort to keep.

They tried to help, they tried to mend,
But nothing worked, the wounds wouldn’t end.
She turned the blame, and it was clear,
That my sorrow had drawn her near,
Only to pull her down, too,
And now, that memory sticks like glue.

She’s happy now, she’s found her way,
But I can’t forget the price I paid.
The pain we caused, the tears we cried,
The weight of silence that we couldn’t hide.

That’s why I hesitate, that’s why I stay
Behind these words, where I can’t sway.
For when I speak, the sorrow flows,
And those I love are the ones who know.

I write instead, the ink my shield,
A place where emotions can be healed.
I trust the page more than a face,
For it won’t judge, it won’t erase.

So I stay quiet, keep it in,
Hoping one day, my peace will win.
And though my heart may long to speak,
It’s in these lines that I’ll find relief.