Hushed

Eating away at my soul, waiting to scream for help.

The heavy weight on my shoulders

Pushes me on a downward spiral to hell as I enter loneliness

But I keep a straight face

But it dawned on me

I can't feel anymore

I'm holding my breath waiting to be

To be a part of something neat

But I end up crying deep inside

No one can hear me, but can see my face

I want to speak, but I don't know how.

I am told so many things

No one really wants to hear

But it is said

To the point I don't even know my next plan. 

Time was all I needed and lots of it

I'm not given too much time

I always feel pressured and rushed. 

But it doesn't matter, because I am usually hushed.

Hushed by several words said