People think that to be alone,

you must feel lonely…

that to stare at a blank wall,

you must be depressed…

that to be listening to nothing,

you must be overwhelmed…

that in order to cry,

you must be sad…


I feel lonely, when people keep on bringing this up.

I feel depressed, when everyone thinks me weird about all this.

I feel overwhelmed, when the world asks me if I’m fine all the **** time

I feel sad… I feel sad to know that I can’t be understood, for being human…


When I need a break from the world,

it is not because I hate it.

It is so that I can keep on loving it,

without having to compromise myself.


Silence is not a disease,

and I am not infected.

It is a gift, a rare offering,

forgive me for enjoying it.