The worst part is the silence.
It's crushing, like a blanket of grief,
like its over our mouths and not tight enough to smother,
but it's still hard to breathe, because you get a bit less air every time.
The worst part is the silence,
because there's less happiness in the halls
and you feel ashamed of laughing
and we know our hearts are in overdrive but our voices can't express it.
The worst part is the silence;
We're all dealing with it in such different ways that
we can't talk about it,
and comfort is just a pat on the back
that doesn't do anything to soften the blow or calm our pulse
The worst part is the silence.
I can't do anything, say anything
I am numb, helpless, useless,
I'm scared for my friends-
but for now, we must be in silence,
because it's as though any talking except his
is not quite what we're looking for.