Deafeningsilence Stories

Maybe the problem is me. I lost myself, speaking in a dry way, avoiding crowds. Always so quiet, even though I have a noisy mind. I'm tired of feeling fucking crazy.

These are a group of poems about the sad things in life: love, loss, the loss of love, etc.

Deafening silence fills the room, As I think of you Staring up, at the moon I don't know what else to do

The silence was too much to endure. I could hear it in my head. It was too loud to hear anything else. And that's how it all started...