Just speak to no one.
Disappear into the darkness...
even if only for a few hours.
Just evaporate into thin air,
to just be.
To not worry about saying the wrong thing.
Or saying too much.
Letting people in feels so good...
but it's a dangerous game.
Who knows if they are playing to win...
or playing to make you lose.
I strive to find my own space.
My own safe haven.
Breathe in my own breathes...
To think about words we have said.
Because the words people say are permanent.
But, the feelings behind them are forever temporary.
One minute, they will do anything to fix things, help things progress.
Next minute, everything you say is incorrect.
That isn't letting me live...
That is cutting my wings.
I just need to be alone.
Let me be alone.
Let me think,
let me strive on my own.
I live for the comfort of my own silence,
yet somehow you've tainted it.
The reason I'm in my own silence is because you've stuck me here.
It isn't my choice anymore...
And that is the worst part.