Please tell us about it, they said.
My voice was silent, my eyes getting red.
Pulling my hair, my hands shaking. Can I really say out-loud that my heart’s breaking?
It cuts, it hurts, it burns inside. No words to explain, no-one who will guide.
If I say what I feel maybe I fall apart. I cannot do it, I don’t know where to start!
Buildings would shatter and oceans would dry, the sun would stop shining and the forests would die.
The bell of destruction, desolation would chime,
and say to the world: it’s the end of time.