Silent Insanity

Sometimes , being alone is way better than being surrounded by many people and not one of them can hear your screams .

 

My soul is weeping . My heart is bleeding . My tears are acid , eating .

 

An abomination really . If anyone really knew what was going on inside. They can never understand my shredded mind .

 

They see faded scars . Wondering if they were self inflicted . Not knowing that it was the only thing that kept me lifted.

 

I'm gifted.

 

But I feel like a walking , breathing , speaking curse . && I think they know it too . That's why they refuse to hear my words.

 

I listen though . && its hurts that I'm the only one who will . So i try to rip myself from reality.  && I loose touch on what's real .

 

My scars? No . My diary . They keep track of everytime I was ignored , left alone , in dire need .

I used to be afraid of silence . Those were the paralyzing moments when all I had was myself to confide in .

 

Alone .

 

It was once what frightened me . Now I welcome it .  Alone, I can wallow in my own silent insanity .

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Life is exactly like that. But it also has good parts! ;D Loved this poem, it has great rhythm! 100/100