My Side of the Story Vol. I

72.) Silence is Deafening

I don't want to live but I don't want to die either. I hate both choices and it seems like it doesn't get easier. I'm so frustrated and exhausted. I'm tired of figuring out who amongst us is trusted. Who can I talk to? Am I being too much? I know that I'm using the drugs as my crutch. I don't know how to stop, I don't know how to cope. I thought it'd be better to talk about it with friends rather than sit around and mope. But holy shit the truth is eating me on the inside. It all comes pouring out no matter how hard I try to hide. I know exactly what I have to do and it scares the fuck out of me. What if I get caught up in a trap rather than set myself free. Make it out with mostly nothing. When the song bird stops singing the silence is deafening.