Without Consequence

That you could see how the darkness suffocates my soul
That the mere thought of touch hardens my skin
So many years of going through the shows with masks of varying colors
All so that no one will know what it feels like to die everyday
And awaken yet again to relive the past as though it was that morning
Each water drop acid pains my cheeks and no hand dare touches to wipe it away
For the fear of being hurt themselves is far greater than the ache to help another
Why must we forego on day that give us no rest?
Why must we live on the days that we wish we did not exist?
Are there no times allowed for us to become visibly invisible?
For someone to know the strife that we are anguishing ourselves through
Without having to utter a sound nor shed a single tear
Is there anyone that can comprehend the language of tears
The language of cries that make no sound
The pangs on a chest that wishes to burst open but it trapped within these bones
What life is this that we are given no choice without consequence?