Afraid for my thoughts to come out of my mouth,
cause then if I do it'll put the others in doubt.
Am I needy if every time I want I keep quiet,
because then all that'll ever follow me is silence.
I never owned a car radio but I have a love for music,
I've cut skin,
worked out
and banged my head to it.
It's been expressing my highs and lows all throughout my life,
but it's often failed to save me when reality takes its bite.
I ask a question,
and it's often answered in silence,
when has silence made any **** sense,
it's why people make riots.
Yesterday,
before I left for a trip at the end of the week,
I saw a ripped note from my sister saying that she hates me.
I couldn't quite get it because half of it was ripped somewhere else,
but if I found the other half it wouldn't make me more or less hate myself.
Is my presence here wrong? 
If so where can I belong?
How many people will remember me if I'm not gone.
I've heard "it's okay" but that only works for so long.
Quick distraction,
it only works back to back and simultaneous.
But keeping up the charade has proven just as dangerous.