i have a habit of internalizing
dreams, wishes, thoughts
they float around in my head until wobbling out onto paper
fully covered in ink
voice sometimes i drown myself in it and sometimes it drowns in me
Quiet does not equate to Silent
you cannot handle my silence
tears, hurt, pain
i tend to sit in my own silence, deafening
a ticking bomb
i may lose my sanity or i may lose my self
either way i’m lost to this world
