Static contaminates the air I breathe.

People Judge each movement I make.

All I need is for people too stop staring at me.

I remain silent for the words are too vast.

I need to remember the sunlight of my past.

Though I’ll never go back to living that life.

The remains of that girl have already died.

I can’t remember how much the silence has prolonged.

Because if I don’t shut my mouth the words are always wrong.

Quiet.. Quiet… it’s safe in a sense

I won’t say something stupid at my own expense.

My mind has ran for thousands of hours,

Thinking how do I speak to those who actually matter?

I can if I want, though I won’t if I should

Maybe stillness and silence can sometimes feel good…