if the heavens paid any attention
to me, they will see
my black hands and
their closed throats,
and they will all agree
that i'm a
suffocator.
if society dared to listen
to my silent cries, they will see
the dried tears on my cheeks
and a throbbing heart,
and they will all agree
that i am the
creator of
my own
catastrophe.
and if the world thought to care
about the one who was wasting away,
they will see my
blank thoughts eating at me
and a hollow soul,
and they will all agree
that i am the
designer
of my own
destruction.
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Silent Chaos
PoetryIt's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it wit...
