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I Tried
I tried to explain
my pain so many times
my voice eventually started
sounding tired even to me.
I explained it through tears,
through the kind of silence
that only appears when
someone is hurting honestly.
But none of it reached you.
Then one day, life placed,
the same ache inside your chest.
And suddenly
you understood everything
But the part that still breaks me?
Even then, you somehow
found a way to blame me.
Said maybe I should have
communicated differently.
As if suffering becomes invalid
unless it is packaged gently enough
for comfortable people to digest.
