What you feel ?
It hurts so badly when
You come to know that
They can hear you
But never understand .

Sleepless nights eat me alive
As all i want is rest
Doubt is a pain to lonely
To know that this pain
Is heavy on my chest.

I've hidden so much
Only given pieces of my life
But you can never see the pain
Until you've stared into
These stones eyes.

Falling so deep in thoughts , as I drown in this ocean of pain & streams of sorrows ; thinking of the horrors which await me at the end.

Suffocating but not from water ; the depression which holds me down & puts me down to a coma where I sleep only seeing flashes & shadows of pain & hurt .

Something about this pain is new it cuts deeper & enters sleeker than the blade he used before. Also the screams are getting louder & walls are closing in ; he honestly can't win .
Overcoming every battle which came before but this one is unbeatable; don't waste tears on him as he faces his fears trying once more but gives up in the end .
Hating will be factor , pain will be a virtue , crying becomes a hobby & loneliness his home view .

In short order he'll fall & begin to question why again ; then the silence begins killing him softer than the words lied "I love you " which came to his ears over & over again .    
      
                                ~Chilled

What am I if not made of irony
Hypocrisy and words
So contradictory?
I mask it all with style;
Venom and blood
Or light and color-
All decorating our words
With different kinds of splendor.
But I hide the true meaning deep within.
Even if the truth is more shallow than you think.
I let you taste emotions never offered to you on your plate,
Because I hide my ingredients
In the meal that you ask for.
I give what you never knew you never wanted
In a way that only entices you.
But I am one of the best liars on paper.
I am one of the best actors.
I convey millions of emotions
When I only have a soulless soul inside.
Poets like me can describe feelings they've never felt before.
Never take my words as my life
Because halfway,
I stopped living in my words.

Silence- complete absence of sound.

It's funny,
How they think silence,
means you can't hear a thing.

But you can hear silence.

It's so fricking loud.

here can lay the power
if you are receptive,
to let you see the world
from a new perspective

it can be the filling
or icing on the cake,
send you off to peaceful sleep
or keep you wide awake

it can liberate your thoughts
from a recess dark and deep,
make a poor man rich
or help a mute to speak

by your side all the time
like a faithful friend
it can stay with you
to the very end