I am silence.
Not the peaceful, comfortable kind of silence.
I am neither pleasant nor amicable.

I am silence.
The kind that deafens and absorbs you.
I am screaming obscenities.

I am silence.
Filled with secrets and unhappiness.
I am begging to be forgotten.

I am silence.
Fragile and tenuous like the thread we are hanging by.
I am hoping to finally be broken.