I Don't Know

I wrote while thinking about some lonely things. I'm not good at titles so its not the best title.

The pretty silence,
The sound of loneliness.
The time when you're quiet,
The moment you cry inside too.
Memories flashback,
Like tiny pieces of broken glass,
Tears up what you feel,
Bleeding and becoming ill.
The tiny sound of hope,
The voice you have never met.
Melts in your soul,
But never saves your soul.
Everything you breathe in,
The air you hate to feel,
The solitude it gives you for real.
Hope to throw it away.
Maybe feel better in some weird way.

Author's Note

I don't use deep words. I like it simple and have real emotions so I wrote whatever came out of my mind.

Reviews

[Invisible]

sounds about right, for me I mean.