I
Because silence screamed louder than voices,
and at every corner I found an echo that broke me.
II
Because the mirror was a relentless judge,
seeing nothing in me but my defeats.
III
Because my words always arrived too late,
like lost letters in an empty mailbox.
IV
Because others’ laughter were soft knives,
sliding through the cracks of my soul.
V
Because I asked for help with my eyes
and no one knew how to read them.
VI
Because the world weighed tons
and my hands were still open.
VII
Because my name became a whisper,
worn out between rumors and mockery.
VIII
Because my dreams turned to dust
before I could even touch them.
IX
Because the night was my only friend
and still it left me cold.
X
Because promises broke
like glass inside my heart.
XI
Because I felt I was never enough
not even to stay in my own life.
XII
Because each step was a desert
and there were no more oases left for me.
XIII
Because no one listened to these reasons
until they turned into silence.
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Author:
Lore (
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- Comment from author about the poem: inspired by the series 13 Reasons Why. Yet it does not aim to tell the same story, but rather to open another door: that of a heart listing its silences, its wounds, and its final reasons. It is a poetic reflection on how pain can pile up unseen, and how vital it is to listen before words turn into silence. This poem is not the series, but it draws from it to remind us that even in the deepest shadows, there can still be reasons to stay.
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Comments2
So many reasons of why and each with an answer to resolve it that remains unspoken. Implied and not spoken takes a different ear to hear. Nicely done
Lore, this is devastating and beautifully written. Each reason lands like a quiet blow, and together they form a heartbreaking whole. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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