It's awfully quiet.
Not even the dripping from the tap or the singing of the birds
I guess it all comes down to my question...
What did I do?
Why does everyone go silent?
Why does nature hold its breathe when I'm around?

I'm awfully quiet.
Holding onto something, not sure what
I believe it's got to do with this beating heart in me and whoever lives inside of it
Why?
Why do I care so **** much, when half the people I once called friends give me the cold shoulder and pretend to ask how I'm doing only because  they want to end the conversation faster and run to their 'busy' lives and shut me out!

They're awfully quiet.
Those people who use to text to find out if I still have their book from senior year. The ones who made me laugh and made me feel great about life at some stage.

Absolutely silent!
I need to move on. I need to make new friends and forget the old. I need to go out and have others make me laugh.
But I don't. Because well; I'm still kinda breaking. I haven't moved on. I haven't searched for the noise of the 'New Beginnings' I usually preach on.

It's going to be okay though...I know it. I feel it.
I beg myself to believe...