He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

I guess,

silence is the loudest scream
you'll ever hear.

silence is the greatest chaos
you'll ever see.

silence is the most painful feeling
you'll ever bear.

And,

Silence is the most frightening
voidness you'll ever be trapped into.

"Get a job" they said
"You'll be fine" they said
"Just get use to it" they said

I sit wide awake
While everyone sleeps
Unsure what to do at this hour
My brain is tired
But yet refuses to sleep
Due to needing to be awake at the site

New schedules soon
Hopefully this will help
My sleepless nights

Choices
Do I stay
Do I go
Do I continue on
Do I start over
Do I create art
Do I read a book
Do I train
Do I ride

Endless choices
Endless possiblities

and yet
I sit here
and do none of it

A story plot
Would take up hours of my time
Line by line
Page after page
My flow was never ending
And one was even hundred plus

But now
A few paragraphs is difficult
The drive I once had
Feels forced instead of natural
I use to write
To escape reality
Now it feels every my stories
Have once again
Become prison cells

I have a second life
Few know exist
Black and white
1s and 0s
Endless possibilities
Endless wonder
A emptiness is how it begins
Slowly the world grows
And find new life
In the stories I write

Small shards of glass
Precious and rare
Few even know they exist

But when a Angle cries
you watch not just the action
but you feel their soul in pain

The dam they created
finally comes crashing down
as they break


And with time
they build the dam back up
and smile with their glowing smile
once more

always finding the light
through the storm