Sometimes the people you need don't need you back.

.

.

.

I

have

no mouth to scream

no mouth.

When you step on me,

I only break

like a tiny sapling

I just wither and die

and when you look back

there is nothing.

Do you see me here

beneath you foot?

For you it is only a moment

but for me it is a lifetime

I

can't

stand

back

up.

I am afraid

but so alone

so I try to reach out

and you brush me aside

and I fall.

Why bother to try to stand?

No one will reach out

to help me up.

And there are so many trampling feet

in this world.

What's the point

of not giving up?

How good it would be

to give up

lie back

and stop fighting.

Just stop

let go

and stop trying to scream

because I have no mouth.