Sitting in class
tired
everyone's talking
everyone's quiet

I don't feel anything
not nothing
my heart is empty

I could laugh
I could cry

or just die.

You ever just sit in your quiet place and realize that it's not so quiet anymore?

Listening to the silence, it's so loud that it's almost deafening.

You ever realize that your "quiet place" just isn't the same anymore.

It's been tainted.

It use to be the place you go to find sanctuary.

The place you would go to find your peace but now not even that place is satisfactory anymore.

Feelings of sorrow and despair riddle your mind.

You've sunken into a place farther than the quiet place...

It's no longer safe there.

Alone in an ocean of thoughts you swim for dear life to find a new quiet place...

But all that's left is you watching yourself sink deeper and deeper...

Music.
uh....
....
...
..
.
Yeah.
.
..
...
....
uh.....
Music.

cut glass
warm whiskey
and shards of my throat
scratched cd’s
looping song lyrics
and numb background noise
get used to the soft sounds
grating
get used to the pitch
ringing
when the rest of the world
   is silent
shush
hisss
please
don't wish
beds become harder
floors become softer
but it’s really all the same
my eyes are swollen
puffy, half open
all the time
all the same
windows to the soul
fogged up from too many people
rubbing and running
their hands all over
what’s not theirs to touch
and they don’t even realize
contact
brushing
absentmindedly touching
not just breaking
leaves glass
shards in my throat