Silence is a precious gift.Some things are better left unsaid. To speak or not to speak is the question.If I tell you how I really feel, I will hurt your feelings.If I agree with you, It would be lying. My parents taught me to be polite . If you have nothing nice to say , don’t say anything. Silence is golden....

if silence is golden

then we must be rich

because we haven’t spoken

in quite a bit

the loudest thing

in the room

is the sound of

nothing

no thoughts or stories

just utter quiet

but honestly

this silence

is a

priceless

gift...

Silence was a priceless gift.

One only I could understand.

Whereas some people enjoy talking on the train,

I sit by myself in solidarity to think.

When I go outside with my family,

My mother has my sister,

And my father has my brother,

And I like being alone to think.

But now, sitting at the desk,

I need noise.

I can’t be alone with my thoughts,

The thoughts that push me lower, into a pit of ...

to the girl used to the screams

used to the yelling, the noise

the nightmares in place of her dreams

told to look good for the boys

but don’t have a boyfriend, no, no

her parents’ minds won’t ever shift

so focus on school and school alone

well, to her, silence was a priceless gift...

I once put my heart in

the hands of a

shallowed shadow man.

Never again...

The ways I love,

oh so shackled in

fairy tale chains.

Comes in caresses of

the small minded;

like us utterly deranged.

Yet, I'm scatting poetry

against the pale moonlight.

Elbow deep in turmoil

without much insight.

Weaving loss where

god inked his famed.

Where angels and demons

all dress the same.

Trivial...

The hammers banging on my head.

The constant wish that I were dead.

(Can replace this line with “these feelings and thoughts i just can’t shed” if I’m preforming it)

My thoughts are so loud,

Like someone is holding shift.

Sound goes away, my only wish.

Silence was a priceless gift.

The shame.

The migraine.

The thought that everyone knows that I’m in pain,

Kinda like fame.

The paperazzi t...

The questions that ring in my mind.

The questions that scream in my mind.

The questions that hiss in my mind.

The questions that sing in my mind.

The questions the questions the questions-

“STOP!”

I scream out.

For a single second, everything is clear.

For a single second, I can finally breathe.

For a single second, my mind is my own.

For a second a second a second-

“WE’RE BACK!”

They scream ou...

Tw⚠️: self harm, knife.

“FUCK YOU” he yells at me whilst i lock myself in a room and he does too

I reach in my closet and pull out my knife

We’ve been fighting everyday for months it was already so loud i roll down my pants and start making my thighs bleed, i think im cutting to hard but i really dont care at this point i cant see, its all so blurry from the tears. I wipe up the blood and wait ...

Silence was a priceless gift,

A mask, a tool, a bloody fist,

One that punches again and again,

As you just stare and stare, I knew it then,

That silence was a priceless gift.

One you unknowingly gave me,

Your lips sealed, blocking a vast sea

Of words you want to say, but don’t,

A secret you swore you’d never tell, and won’t,

One you unknowingly gave me.

Safety from the violent storm,

Saying noth...

silence was a priceless gift

that i broke when i exploded

and the words spilled out in my hands

thick and inky

hot and steamy

burning the both of us to our barest

the silence kept us in peace

but now everything is rocky and it's all my fault

will i ever be forgiven

dearest?...