Nov 07


(inspired by the twentyonepilots song, car radio)

I sit in the silence 
The solitude 
Waves of hopelessness 
Crash over my weary shoulders 
Trying to push me down

"Sometimes quiet is violent"

Thoughts of how I could end it all 
Right here
Right now
Course through my mind

I want to run away 
Hide in the safety of my headphones 
But I can't 
Right now

"I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real"

As these thoughts turn to images
And images swell
To fill my my head
With ways to "escape"

I liked it better when my world had sound.