Day of Silence

Wed, 03/26/2014 - 12:16 -- Channy
I can't get my words out because the constrictor in my throat is begging my silence to keep it company. Because they're bigger than me and their burns sting like the cigarettes they want me to be
So I stay silent
Because what's the point when they're all against you? And what's the point when "it's all in your head" and what's the point when they're handing you the blade, or the pills, or the bleach, or the rope, or the gun. And then criticise you for taking the easy way out
So just stay silent
Who cares, am I right? They want you dead, am I right? Because you're filth and don't deserve to breathe their air... Right?
So stay silent
Because trust issues and crippling paranoia are your best friends while the inhumanity that humans possess bring you closer together and their breath matched with depression keeps you warm at night and the outside monsters away and the silence that greedy constrictor wants is now fed until you- I mean... I am a husk...
Because its the easy way out... Right?
I'll stay silent for them.


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