Maybe my loudness was a cry for help.

Maybe.

Not maybe.

Help.

Mental health Helpline, how can I help?

Sorry.

Wrong number.

Numbers and lines.

Lines on the road.

Lines that the planes drew across the blank canvas that encompassed this all.

The drone of the engines could not drown out this silence.

Silence.

My silence so loud I’m shouting.

Shhhh. They will hear you.

Your silence is escaping.

Be careful.

Don’see.

Crack.

Hold it together.

Sew it together.

See?

Good as new.

You ok?

No.

No. No. No, no, no.

help me.

I’m fine.

I’m just tired.

Tired of all of this.

Empty.

Empty words from empty souls.

Empty voices on an empty call.

The lines on my skin silencing my shouts.

Silence.

Such an awful sound.

Maybe this silence isn’t so bad, if there would just be silence.

No more pain.

No more sound.

Just-