March 2015- The Loudest Silence
The loudest silence was losing you.
Silence is the loudest thing imaginable.
Losing you was unbelievably uncontrollably tragic.
Losing you makes death seem appealing.
But almost losing you was worse.
March 2015- Hints
Then, you told me the tragedies.
Almost lost you without even knowing.
I repeated that over and over.
Hinting, hinting, you dropped me hints.
Stupid, oblivious. I never once realised that you hurt, but kept me happy.
I could've lost you without knowing inside, you hurt so very much,
So many hints. So little thought.
You always kept me standing, so I didn't realise you already fell.
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The Broken Book
PoesiaA collection of poems that I've written. Updated at the beginning of each month Frequent triggers: Self harm, death, suicide, suicidal thoughts, depression, etc. Read with caution
