Can you hear me?
I speak,
but receive no answer.
I quiet,
and receive laughter.
I listen,
and hear other voices.
I wait,
to be heard.
I sadden,
because I am forgotten.
I make excuses,
so I can hang up.
I hang up,
to sit in silence.
Silence quiets,
to make me think.
I think,
because that's all I have.
My thoughts,
stuck in emotional turmoil.
My heart,
slowly withering.
My breath,
slightly catching.
My eyes,
turning teary.
My eyesight,
becoming blurry.
My thoughts,
becoming jagged.
My heart,
engulfed in flames.
My breath,
turning raspy.
My eyes,
struggling to keep in tears.
My eyesight,
showing things beyond comprehension.
My thoughts,
brought back,
the train of thought
on track.
A lone tear escapes,
trickling down my face
slowly, mockingly, falling
onto my shirt,
staining it as it wets.
A choked cry escapes,
as my hand shoots out
cutting through the air like a knife,
with one little swipe,
removing the tear
as if it were acid
that would scorch me and
leave a burn.
Won't it though?
No, it isn't acid,
but it might as well be.
Maybe not physically,
but surely mentally.
Can you hear me?
I guess not.
For I have hung up,
leaving you in the dust.
I can say I won this war,
but really,
you have.
You drained me,
straight from my core,
broken my heart,
punctured it with a sword,
and now I am dying,
while staying alive.
A/N
Don't ask.
Song of chapter: Hello - Adele
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