They grow louder
And louder
As the day goes on
But at the
Beginning of the day
They are but
Whispers.
They won’t go
Away
They won’t quiet
But that’s okay
Because even
Though they
May scream
They do stop.
Eventually.
There are days
When they don’t
Say anything.
There are days when
They scream
They don’t say anything
They just scream
****** ******.
Those days
Are the worst.
I can’t hear my own thoughts
I can’t see the hurt around me
It feels like I am in an empty shell
And I can’t escape it
When those days happen
I don’t have a smile on my face..
I can’t have a smile on those days
It *****.
The better days
Are the quiet ones.
The ones where
My smiles are real
They are but whispers in my head
I can think
I can feel
I can listen to problems.
Not all days are those though.
Most days are empty
And to hide the empty
I hide behind
False happiness.
I have tried to stop before.
It failed..
But I will try
Until there is no
Breath left in my lungs.
They can’t stop me
They won’t stop me
I won’t let them!