In Silence We're The Same
January 9, 2015
That rare moment when no one speaks
And the ticking clock bleeds my ears
Is when I can pretend
That I am not the only one
That just for once and only once
This struggle is not mine alone
But the voices arise through the quiet
And I fade away into reality
The reality that I am all alone
I thought their voice could be the medicine
The medicine to my pain
But it turns out their voices are poison
A beautiful dynamic I destroy
With my lack of voice
But at least when its quiet
I can do no damage.
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