Can you imagine words with no voice?

Can you imagine pens with no ink? 

Can you imagine paper with no empty lines?

 

Every word 

is a tear that didn't escape.

Every line

is a problem kept inside.

Every page 

is a friend lost.

Every poem

is a life not accounted for.

 

Imagine 

no one to stand up for you.

Imagine

no one to believe in you.

Imagine

no one to understand you.

Imagine 

no one to hear you.

 

Every story 

is another life saved.

Every poem 

is someone who understands.

Every line 

is one less problem.

Every word 

is one more voice.

 

Can you imagine words with no voice?

Can you imagine pens with no ink?

Can you imagine paper with no empty lines?