Shrieking sounds of fucking silence

I wish it could be heard what I want to say but can not speak.
I wish I could be found somewhere among the others.
I wish I were special to someone.

I am buried by sex.
I am buried in shadows.
I am buried in guilt.
I am buried in shame.
I am buried and will not return.

I might be looked for, but it is too late.
I am somewhere inside where I will never be bothered again.
It is too late for someone like me.

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Hey, y'all. My name is Becca, and I run this mental health website called Missing In Sight. I am a mental health warrior, battling stigma and discrimination right by your side. I created this blog to share my personal stories of pain, strength, and hope so you know you are never alone.

Let's chat!

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