through my ears, there's this ringing silence
silence that can make my ears bleed
silence that can turn my eyes dark
and as i slip to a state of sadness and pure insanity
i realize that we can never speak
and it makes my heart ache
for slowly, my sanity and mental health, steadily
declines itself
here i am, laying
grieving
thinking, about what it would be like to be with someone like you
but then reality hits, that maybe we may never be
together
now, all i can render are your photos
photos of you and your optimistic smiles
then, i haven't noticed that i'm slowly killing myself
for sadness is consuming me, ever so slowly
maybe it is true, of a young poet's unrequited love
you're the subject of a young poets unrequited love