Silence.
Absence of sound.
You speak, but nothing comes out.
No words,
No noise,
No nothing.
The air is quiet. Utterly quiet.
Never before has it been quite so quiet.
Not even a pin drop to be heard.
Or the wing flap of a a lingering bird.
No, no sound.
Just...silence.
Even inside the numerous heads,
No wondering thoughts,
Simply emptiness.
Simply silence.
Simply nothing at all.
Darkness is the absence of light,
It is not a real thing.
Just as silence is the absence of sound.
It is nothing.
It does not exist.
Nothing exists.
I
You
We
Do not exist.
Everything is just...
Silent.

Unsure, uncertain,
Torn apart in infinite directions,
Head a jumbled mess,
Mind never to be made up...

Sadness consumes,
Depression exhumes,
Confusion at every turn.

Help?
No one hears the call.
Please?
No one to help at all.

Falling, falling,
Down
Down
Down
    •
    •
    •
Crash

Rock bottom.

Pain overcomes.
No feeling left inside.
Pound of the head,
Like a bullet to the skull.
Blacking out,
Fainting quickly,
Light leaving the room.

Eyes cannot see,
Ears cannot hear,
Hands cannot feel, let alone move.

...help?
No.
No help.
No one left.
No one there.
No one to care.

How is it that you can make me feel so alone,
Even in the most crowded of places?
Or maybe the better question is
Why?
You, who has the power
To make me happy more than anyone else can,
Who makes happy all the time.
Most of the time.
So why, then, do I always end up getting hurt?
Listening to others around me,
Laughing,
Smiling,
Having a grand old time,
Makes me hurt all the more.
And what do you do?
Continue to ignore.
I know you don't mean it.
I know you don't want to make me feel this way.
But I do, and you do.
So what is there to do?
At this point, I don't know.
Nor do I know how to know.
Wishing it could be different
Wouldn't actually change anything.
I suppose I could just cry,
Until my eyes are dried out
And there is nothing left but dried up love.
I just hope it breathes life again sometime soon.

I'm in a box,
Square and enclosed.
I can't breathe.
I squint my eyes and my box opens up.

I'm in a tunnel,
Short and small.
I can barely move, only crawl.
I can't handle this.
I can't...I can't...
I blink.
I feel cool air on my face, but I cannot see a thing.

I'm in a cave,
Dark and eerie.
I'm scared.
Water drips down and echoes through open space.
I feel a drop on my face, wet and slimy.
I start to cry.
My feet drop from below me and I'm drenched.

I'm in the ocean,
Endless and unforgiving.
I'm drowning.
The water is freezing my body.
I cannot move.
My tears are frozen to my face.
I can't even close my eyes.
I think I pass out.

I'm on the shore,
Quiet and alone.
I stare at nothing.
The ocean is silent,
Not a wave to crash onto shore.
The sand is hard as stone, not a creature about.
Nothing crawling or swimming,
Not a sound to be heard.
I am completely alone on this never-ending shore.
The sky is dark,
No sun in sight to brighten this day.
I close my eyes tightly
And wish myself away from this wasteland.

I'm in a house,
Empty and silent.
I do not feel at home.
This is not cozy or warm like a house should be.
This is dreary,
Cold,
Uninviting.
I do not want to live here.

I'm in a room,
Dark and enclosed.
I am claustrophobic.
There are no windows or doors,
No entrance or exit.
It is like my box, but bigger.
Yet no less frightening.
I still can't breathe.

The room closes in.
It's a box again,
And it's closing in more and more,
Until there's nothing left.
Not even me.

I was utterly alone,
And now I'm gone.

Now I am nothing.

When a heart breaks,
It is heard all over the world.
Like a crack in the moon
In broad daylight.
No, not quite a sight,
Not visible to the naked eye.
Only a sound, sharp and loud,
To be heard at that moment.
And then the scream of the victim,
Told they are loved no more.
It is a scream of pure agony,
Filled with pain and remorse,
And the leftover love and lust, of course.
No longer returned, it has no where to go.
So the love comes back home to the heart
And sits in silence and sadness,
Until it dies away completely,
As the heart breaks apart,
Chips falling off and littering the soul with debris.
This broken-hearted lover lost of love
Cries so the whole world can hear.
And they do.
They listen and they understand.
They've felt as she feels,
Been where she is,
Screamed as she screams.
Even though it really seems
Like she is all alone,
Left to fight on her own,
Without her heart and without her true love.
To her, she's lost everything.
But she hasn't.
We know she hasn't.
Her heart will heal,
The pieces will come back together
With the glue of hope and faith
And eventually, of new love.
Because as the saying goes,
There are more fish in the sea,
And soon enough she will see,
That she'll find love again
When she least expects to find it.
True love is out there,
Around every corner
If you really stop to take a look.
So while now the world hears her cries and her sorrow,
Soon we will all hear her sigh
And see her smile, through lips and eyes,
As she stands in love and hypnotized,
And happy once again, finally, finally,
At last, at last,
Once enough time has passed,
Her heart will heal, though not too fast,
In due time, all will fall into place.
All will be fine.
She will find love again.
After all, a heart cannot stay broken forever.