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
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