Footsteps At Heart

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