Silence
it is in the silence we die in
it is in the silence we think, stare, understand, and hurt in
silence makes us overthink and drive ourselves into insanity
while it feels like time has stopped for just a moment
and in that moment we die a little bit inside
but when that silence is over
we have this feeling stuck inside that maybe it is just too much to handle
too much for us to bare to take another step
another breath
another thought in our minds
then someone comes along
and it all seems worth it
all of the heartache, tears, happiness, and anger of it all
maybe that is what love really is
that someone who makes all those horrific thoughts escape your mind
like how leaves fall from the tree in autumn
maybe, just maybe
that is why we have the silence
to be cured by someone we love
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