Why can’t you hear my silence?
Your ears, grasping at nothing at all, slowly realize the futility of their endeavor,
And detach themselves from your heart.
Now, my soul is shouting for a shoulder
To lay its broken pieces upon.
And all you hear
Is a tiny whimper of “Hold me”.
Please do.

They ask me why I want to die—I tell them—
I am already dead.
They pump that forceful air supply—no ears
Hear words clearly said.
White drowns the place—all space
Leaves me feeling like an empty face
In the hospital bed.
My family cries, I give them lies,
"Accidental overdose"
Wouldn't want to take the time
To get too close.
The truths I've told have only killed me more.