This Is Me, I Guess

Silence

**I'd like to say in advance that this doesn't have anything to do with me and my feelings, but with those who are afraid or can't talk about their feelings when they need to**

Silence consumes all sound.

Silence consumes all emotions.

Silence consumes all thoughts.

Silence consumes all movement.

Silence is deadly.

Silence is unwanted,

But sometimes,

it's the only thing I ask for.

Silence consumes everything around me,

But it never consumes anything inside.

I'm always screaming,

But you don't hear it, do you?

I'm always crying,

But you never see it, do you?

That is because the silence has taken over.

It has started to consume all that I am.

I'm struggling, but you don't notice it.

Because the silence has controlled me.

Silence has made me smile when I want to frown.

It has made me laugh when I want to cry.

Silence is my dictator.

It tells me what to do,

What to say.

I'm going through a battle every day.

I sit next to you,

Ready to tell you my secret,

But every time I open my mouth,

Silence covers my words.

The signs are there.

I'm pleading you to notice.

I'm begging for you to hear me.

The silence is going to kill me.

                          

                                I'm scared.

                                                         I'm in pain.

An internal struggle that I'll feel again.

The silence has swallowed me whole.

I give in and disappear into the silence.

Now that I'm gone,

Do you see the signs?

                     Now that I have disappeared,

                                                 Can you hear my cry?

Now that I am non-existent,

             I am the loudest person in the room.

Now that I am nothing, 

My pleas have been heard.

   

                            And as the dawn turns to dusk,

You feel that you are stuck.

In between loud and quiet.

Where the world has muted riots.

All that can be heard is deafening silence.