Flickering on and off like a kerosene lit lamp,
I waver in the dark,
awaiting the verdict I've already given myself.

Sinner. Saint.
The pendulum swings back and forth,
toying with my frayed emotions,
Ripping away the little remaining sanity I have.

No matter the outcome,
I am destined to run from both sides of the coin
As I have found my solace nowhere and, yet, everywhere

Fragmented,
I stand split between here and there
watching the world as it spins around me.

I once made decisions solely based on you:
On your needs
and wants
and dreams.

Now I no longer move in any direction.
Not because my voice can't echo off tall ceilings,
But because I truly don't care if you can hear me anymore.

Sometimes the stagnant quiet is louder than anything I ever could have said