This is my first post in a long time, I know - I have had no time at all recently, SORRY! I am trying to write more often, but am struggling to fit it in at the moment, so I don't know when the next update will be.
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Hope you like it! x
I am a prisoner of silence.
Every time they open their mouths
They try to hurt me.
They shatter my dreams into a million icy shards,
Fragile as a butterfly, but filled with muted hatred.
They tear me apart, piece by piece,
Until they leave me, broken,
Battered, on the floor.
I hoist my hopes up, they force me down.
They rip my life apart,
Break my heart, over and over.
Yet still I say nothing.
I do nothing.
I am a prisoner of silence.
I am a prisoner of silence.
When they smash apart my illusions of the world,
And force harsh reality upon me,
I want to scream.
I want to be heard.
They don't understand how I feel.
They don't realise what it's like,
To be left in the darkness, alone.
The silence,
It kills me.
Yet still I say nothing.
I do nothing.
I am a prisoner of silence.
I am a prisoner of silence.
They will never comprehend
How they hurt me so;
That, by uttering even a single word,
They have the power to
Allow the blackness to descend,
And engulf me in misery.
I try to fight it, go to speak,
But the silence drowns me, dragging me down.
They taunt me, and inside I am screaming.
Yet still I say nothing.
I do nothing.
I am a prisoner of silence.
I am a prisoner of silence.
Alone, detached, never fitting in,
I cry,
Weeping bitter tears of pain; tears of anger; tears of fear.
They will never know what I truly am.
They ruin me, then walk away.
Defensive, I build up my wall, let no one know what I feel.
They think I am strong, but I am weak, so weak.
The silence suffocates me,
I just want to be free, free of everything.
Yet still I say nothing.
I do nothing.
I am a prisoner of silence.
I am a prisoner of silence.
They think I am unsociable, unfriendly, dull.
They never realise that they turned me against them.
They think I hate them,
That I look down on them.
They never realise that I simply regret letting them bring me down.
They will never understand how it feels
To be in the centre of a crowd,
And to feel more alone than ever before.
The silence grows inside me, a constant threat of explosion.
Yet still I say nothing.
I do nothing.
I will always be a prisoner of silence.
