So many days, so many weeks gone by,

Without any sign,

Without any whisper

The silence once fallen

The only thing left is despair.

Do you even care?

Have you ever cared?

I would know it, if you only dared

To say something, do something

But in the end there’s nothing.

You’re gone.

I’m done

Listening to my beating heart

And my last breaths;

As I say goodbye.

I feel pity for the one
Who hurts and sleeps soundly

                                                      ­            I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­     Who loves foolishly and gets broken

I feel pity for the one
Who believes himself worthless

                                                    ­              I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­     Who 'shunned' for unique ideas; gives up

I feel pity for the one
Who plays with the hearts of others

                                                         ­         I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­     Who scared of getting hurt doesn't try

I feel pity for the one
Who lives life plagued with regrets

                                                               ­         I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­           Who appreciates not what he has

I feel pity for the one
Who can't let go and move on

                                                            ­  I feel pity for the one
                                                             ­ Who can't sort out his priorities

And I feel pity for you and I
For we are all  guilty of these charges

i loved her at first sight
if you ask how
the answer is all white
not one point till now.

was i too fool a guy
did i make haste
right now can't tell you why
that boy knows the best.

that boy who held his gaze
right on her face
read there in his daze
written happiness.

if you ever find him out
you may ask him how
he loved the girl at first sight
and loving her till now.

I will lay me down
And bow my back
To the point of breaking
So I can be your bridge
To better things

They* say that silence is golden...whatever that means.
They say that "no news is good news."
They say that to really understand someone, you need to "walk in his shoes."

Give me a break; cut me some slack; take a chill pill.
Who are they? And what gives them the right?

The silence I'm in is black.
It is not golden.
It does not shine with light.
It is empty, earth shattering heartbreak.
That is my silence.

No news is not good news: this doesn't even make sense as a math or logic problem.
No news is never good news when you're dangling off of the edge of your emotional downfall-- holding on by your fingertips.
No news is not good news when you're struggling to keep your head above water, but your body is becoming heavy with doubt.

And my shoes? They don't even fit me properly half of the time.

So tell me, who are they?
Because I want to see their golden silence, understand how their lack of news is a positive... and I bet their shoes don't fit me either.