So sad, so alone – just with my twisted mind.
It circles like a vulture
Waiting ‘til I die.

Silence isn’t peace,
It’s a trap
A room with no windows
Until you collapse.

“Be what they need”
Bright, strong and fine.
But I’m not fine, I’m afraid
Of stillness, rejection
Of myself.
Of shade.

I want to be happy,
Let the past rot behind me
But it follows, it bullies, it claws its way back.
Despite the kind words, and the care that surrounds me.
I can’t hear.
Pain screams louder than that.