My tiny rhymes pass away
—undiscovered

(an unpunished
innocent crime)

—You, my muse. I abused
your unaltered patience

I'm 18 years old. All these 18 years, I've been alone, living in nearly complete silence. I always enjoyed being lonely and silent.
But since my near-death, this has changed. Now I hate being lonely, it eats away at me, it breaks me down. I used to live by silence, now the silence is slowly killing. The silence screams at me, telling me things I don't like. "You're nothing.", "You're no good to anyone.", "People don't want you around.". The silence burnt these words into my mind, I get reminded of them every day. I try so hard to just have at least 1 friend in my life, but now, I'm convinced even that is too much to ask...

Wouldn't it be nice
to go back to the beginning
before the chaos revealed
itself in your eyes
back to when I only saw
gentle waves instead of
storms in your eyes

I made her feel wanted
when SHE was in need.

as I Drive into the rain I ponder you... You lied to her everyday... You still do... How can I believe you? She lives with you and doesn't know your secrets... How can I believe that I do? So much that you say is a lie. we are a lie... We live a lie  everyday....we are so twisted up I don't even know what to say...

E.J.M.