Speachless

There is only silence. 

My voice is no longer heard.

It's lost in a void.  

Not a sound...not a word.

My voice has been stolen.

Taken away from me in the worst way.

  Now I am sinking into the shadows.

Will no one save me from my own Dooms Day?

Since no one can hear me, I am starting to slip away.

Lost in the back of the minds of the people that I love.

I am fighting the invisible force to stay floating while everything is pulling me down.

I try to stay fighting, but when a push comes along, I don't have the strength to shove.

My voice is gone.

My words are of no use to me anymore.

The only sounds that make it out of the void is my fake laughter I force for my friends.

Where are all those people that I have and always will adore?

No one hears me anymore and I know why.

I was robbed of the thing that I thought no one could steal.

My voice and my feelings are what made me me.

If you are reading this, now you know how I feel.

Author's Note

Interpret this how you want to. Reviews?

Reviews

[Damien Davison]

To me, I seen it as growth, though looking at it darkly. "My voice has been stolen.", seems as though, (as our egos are so massive as teens and they think they're so important (some don't mature past these), or so important we think we're not important, which is just as bad) the mind has grown to realize that your voice/opinion, in the end of it all, (either life or earth) really means nothing... Good job, nice write.

[♋ Iris ♋]

I like that actually. Very interesting way to think of it. Thanks for the input~!

[Lydia]

I love this. Very good, and interesting.

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Jessaaaaaa...you should have talked to Vicky...; ; she is here for you you know that. -hugs-