The buzzing sound of silence screamed in my ears,
Reminding me that I had no one.
I was drowning in my own thoughts,
believing and knowing that no one understood my mind.
It's disheveled and cluttered with debris
Tangled and knotted with thoughts that no one could fathom.  
I yell to the heavens, yet i’m still left with the piercing buzz of stillness playing vehemently in my ears.
The silence is a routine.
It comes everyday at the same time,
When I need someone one to listen.
When I’m drowning and my lungs are filling with water
When my thoughts become a twisted structure
When my mind becomes deranged
With my last breath I yell to the heavens, only to hear the painful hum of nothing