Silent Solitude

The silence is burning straight through my brittle bones

The silence is scary because it leaves a presence for daunt thoughts

The first thing that races through my head is the need to die

Chasing after it is the thoughts of all of the wrong I have done

Trailing “what if’s” after all of the destruction of my emotions

Leaving the positive thoughts in the very back of my mind

With my emotions torn into bits I try to puzzle them back together

I have nothing but the positive to work like adhesive to hold the pieces together

Sometimes it is not good enough

It just shatters again like a glass window that had a brink thrown at it

It happens so often I lose pieces

I try my best to cover up the pain

One day all of it will stay together and I will be happy

For now all I can do fake it till I make it

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