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Silence is the slowest form of suicide
Silence is what keeps us apart
Silence is the scream that everyone shouts
Silence is the lost dream we all have
Silence is the blood we all have spilled
Silence is what keeps us together
Silence is god in the air
Silence is the death you can bear
Silence is the reason you care
Silence is what creeps upon you at night
Silence is the chills in your spine
Silence is the reason
And the only reason
Why you haven't said these words yourself
Silence is what keeps us apart
Silence is the scream that everyone shouts
Silence is the lost dream we all have
Silence is the blood we all have spilled
Silence is what keeps us together
Silence is god in the air
Silence is the death you can bear
Silence is the reason you care
Silence is what creeps upon you at night
Silence is the chills in your spine
Silence is the reason
And the only reason
Why you haven't said these words yourself
Literature
I'm fine
You say I don't understand you
and I probably don't
But how can I ever begin to understand
if you never tell me anything?
Are you okay?
I'm fine...
Really?
Are you?
How am I supposed to know
if you always tell me
what you think I want to hear
Tell me how everything is falling apart
how you hate everything
including yourself
including me
Just don't tell me lies
I can't help you
when all you show me
is a wall
I can't help you
unless you help me first
Help me understand
even if I never truly will
Literature
Wish for Privacy
I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse—
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
Literature
I tried
I tried to count my scars,
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p
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Made this one a long time ago :3 I like it a lot to e hoenst XD XD I feel it's some what true 
But compeltly, but somewhat
But compeltly, but somewhat © 2012 - 2024 Meandor117
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this is so moving. I love all your poems xD they're so inspiring.