Mourning Skies

Words

They say that the quietest people
Have the loudest of minds
But if that's true
My mind is the most deafening voice
Drowning out reason
And causing me to question
Whether or not I cross the thin line
Between anxiety and insanity
Because I do the same things
Bottling up the words
Until they explode like lethal bombs
Words puncturing myself and everyone around me
Because how could I expect differently
When loneliness
Is all my silence brought me?
And all my loneliness brought me
Was more words
And more fucking words
More thoughts
And the more loudly the thoughts in my mind were
The more silent my surroundings became
And maybe that's why I'm lonely
I'm just waiting for the gauge
To hit overload
But this time I only need a bullet
For the words will go out
Through the exit wound