Trauma

By Henoga Sanesh Ariyamal

Pain distributed throughout my body.

It hurts, I say, but they say its nothing,

and I can't bear a small pain.

Eventually I was forgotten that I was in pain.

Different parts hurts differently.

no one knew, neither did I.

They seemed happy they had

beautiful memories to share

what did I have memories that were lost.

Lost in places I didn't want to visit again.

Can't dare to hear their voices

it kills me like no one else.

I can't seem to think of it s me being the right one .

I'm always the wrong one in everyone else's story.

And I did have a story,a trauma to be precise,

a story known to no one, not even to myself.

I was the forgotten one in a forgotten place.

im a lost memory to all.

By Henoga Sanesh Ariyamal