Silence.
Interchangeable with pain.
A lost cause, caused by a lost world,
Nothing to lose, even less to gain.

She muffles her screams,
Her agony,
Oh, but the words could be
Anything.

You can see it in the way she flicks her hair,
In the rushed scrawl of her words,
Anxiety
Fear
Terror

Of what is to come,
Or of what is not?

A million thoughts, miles a minute,
But she doesn't say a single word.
Instead they stay,
Locked deep in her chest,
For her ears and her eyes only.

Silence.
Conveyed through the set of her jaw,
Pipe dreams dimmed by the hopeless world,
Fingers rubbed raw as the ink spills,
Her soul, pouring over the page.

She writes of old dreams and old times
Of times before her light faded
Times where she was free
Happy
Alive
Vibrant

But for a girl with so much to say,
So many dreams,
So much pain,

Why, oh why, is she so,

Silent?