The silence feels deafening
But I know that it will not be staying
For the thing that will surely come
Doesn't say gone long
The first clue, a minute of silence
Its a cue to the violence
The second is heart racing
Because I know it's not something I should be facing
Next is my weakened will
Only survived by a bone crushing chill
There it is, the taunting voice
Telling me that I have no choice
Telling my of all the hate
Saying I have no other fate
The whispers of not being enough
That everyone would only laugh
If they knew me, a broken soul
It would only open the door so I can fall
Do it, it said
You'd be better of dead
Remember what the loneliness felt like
It will only let the feeling spike
There's no place for hope in your world
For that, the wounds are too old
Free yourself the monster within said softly
It splayed the words out roughly
It would be so easy to believe
To think it would bring relief
But there's nothing after that act
No hope after the fact
No hope of a better future
And there's something out there I'm sure
So I responded once, hope cannot die
It could all be a lie
Hope is your biggest rival
And I shall use it for my own survival
I am more than this
But then again, I'm sure you always knew this
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