Remove the barricades

I will carry this forever

The pain over what happened

And the pain at having no place to go

To fully express the pain of what happened

When I was hurting

You pushed me away

You gave me no safe place

And even no way of knowing

How much I suffered

With every hurt and agony buried deep down inside

I sought relief

Where I could find it

If I have learned one thing

There is no relief to be found

In hiding grief and loss

In denying grief and loss

But in our society

Geared to the superficial

To conquest and control

Just the whiff of sadness vulnerability or death

Is something

The devil in others

Runs from

We are put to death

Before we have a chance to speak

Of grief of death of loss

Of anything that conflicts with superficial ego bound constraints

Aren’t we sick of it by now

The cruelty of this way of living?

People die every day at their own hand

With suffering locked down deep inside

They were never allowed to express

And you can smile

Your self satisfied smile

Saying we are just victims and not moving on

But the blood is on your hands

From cutting razors you hold callously

When the victim is not allowed to speak of their victimhood and be believed

But is instead, thwarted, exiled, frustrated

Doomed to silence, mental illness or death

Sick of it

Yes I am fucking sick of it

I will not be silent

Open your barricaded hearts

Our grief needs attention

And it needs respect

And most of all it needs

No longer to be exiled

Under a cold steel sheets

Of repression dissociation and silence