We don’t really show the broken children inside

Inside ourselves, screaming at us for help .

Screaming and weeping out loud.

The screams haunt us daily like souls that are not resting .

It’s a pity ,we can’t run away or hide away

Run and hide from the ghosts inside us.

Those cries pierce the souls.

It’s a shame ,we can’t hold them and wipe those tears

Tears running down like waterfalls on those innocent cheeks.

Broken children inside us,weep while screaming TRAUMAS

Traumas a taboo subject we don’t address.

We fear being misunderstood

Who can get it,when you talk about voids in your heart ?

Voids resulting in confusion !

Voids resulting in fear!

Voids resulting in being lost!

Who can get it ,when you show them childhood scars with no healing

Wounds that still ooze pain

Wounds in emotions , minds and souls!