I don't know.
I don't really care
Anymore, so
Why am I here?
I don't know.
I don't give
A single care,
So why
Do I continues to subject
Myself to such useless
Practices?
Maybe it's the headache
Talking, which means
Absolutely nothing
Because I feel like
I always have a headache.
My head always aches.
Especially in the silence.
The silence
That is too loud,
Filled with paranoia
And laughter and hate.
A silence
That I loath with
Every fiber of my being.
A silence that I
Can't hope
To ever escape.
Its palpable, my silence,
And it stalks every moment
Of every day for it knows
That my resilience
Is a charade
My all-consuming silence,
My darkest friend,
And best enemy,
Knows the deepest
Parts of myself,
Yet refuses to accept that
I am
Irreparably
Broken
