Silence.
It is the only language I speak.
A torrent is contained within,
But not a breath is whispered.
I could speak a thousand words,
Or yell at the top of my lungs,
But instead I contain it.
Silence.
Like a bird without a voice,
I am left without a song.
Bursting to sing,
But when I open my mouth my voice falters,
Collapsing in the air around me.
Silence.
It is eating me up from the inside,
But no words speak for what I feel,
Nothing is left but a cold empty space,
As the thoughts whirl around in my head,
But not one escapes.
All that is left is;
Silence.
