Dear love,
Isn’t there a better way for you to force yourself upon me?
Why must you be so painful?
Why is it necessary to **** me slowly, or to push me to the edge where I’ll simply do it for you?
Thanks to you, I love you is now an agonizing phrase,
Thanks to you, I fall in love so much easier,
Thanks to you, I’m not eating,
Thanks to you, I’m not sleeping so well,
Thanks to you, I’m questioning my self-worth,
Thanks to you, I see his face in everything, I hear his laugh in everything, I hear his voice, telling me it’ll be okay
But it won’t
Thanks to you, I’m in love with someone who couldn’t possibly love me
Thanks to you, I’m overdosing on Painkillers to numb the pain.
Thanks to you, I’m dying slowly.
Whoever said love was beautiful?

Silence.
Who knew a word of seven letters, two syllables, could mean so much?
Silence.
That feeling of emptiness when you sit by yourself wondering why you’re not enough.
Why you’re not beautiful
Why you’re not skinny
Why you’re not perfect
Silence.
What you say when you love someone but they don’t feel the same so you fake a smile and say you’re okay
But you’re not.
Silence.
When you wanna say something, anything.
But you can’t bring yourself to.
Silence.
Like a rope, holding you back from grasping what’s inches away.
What you want so badly but can’t reach.
To me, silence is meaningless.
To me, silence is just a reminder that no, we in fact, CAN’T always say what’s on our minds.
Because sometimes it hurts too much to even try
So we give up.
Forever locked in the prison
Of a meaningless silence.