The silence is killing me
Is not an expression
For some of us.
Silence is a curse
A reminder of demons that chase us
Voices in our head, sins and shame
We drown in the noise of the world.
We need headphones in a crowd
Playing music that keeps us warm
Amidst cold judgemental stares.
We need stories to be told to us
Like when we were children
To fall asleep to.
Silence bothers us
Like noise bothers some people.
The beating of the heart,
The involuntary breath
The thoughts in my head
I don't want to face
All come haunting me at midnight
In the silences
And Music works its magic
Drowning out everything
Questionable and Tragic
Drifting me to sleep
As if the universe
Sings me a lullaby.
© Suranya
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