Silence.
Such a pretty thing, isn’t it?
You can hear your own thoughts,
Your own breath,
Your existence.
You can look at yourself and see,
What makes you, you.
Without hearing anyone else ramble ****.
Let your thoughts run.
Breathe.
Probably, you’ll hear the wind,
Probably you’ll see the light.
Probably you’ll just cry.
Frightening, isn’t it?
To be with yourself.  
You don’t know who you are.
Hah, you’re just a piece of life.
Stuck inside a human.
Don’t like it, do ya?
Good news, you’re stuck.
Breathe.
You can’t trust yourself.
Your mind is vicious,
Terrifying to be with.
To watch.
To witness.
To understand.
Do you trick yourself into thinking stuff about you?
Or are you actually that ‘stuff’?
Who knows?
Lol, 𝘺𝘰𝘶, you idiot. ****. Ya just don't realize it.
That’s why you can’t trust yourself.
You don’t know.
But you pretend to know.
Silence.  
A mind’s best friend.
Can make you happy,
Or sad.
Lonely?
You’re a loner?
Nah. Your mind makes you think that, honey.
‘Silence gives you space to think and reflect’ – said every ******* ever.
Yeah, right. These *******.
It tricks you.
You don’t know what silence’ll do to you.
Makes your mind trick the **** outta ya.
Makes you think.
Observe.
It’s scary.
Cause you don’t know.
But you pretend to know.