July 26, 2011
By , ** please choose **, NY
The silence surrounding me,
It’s in my head,
It’s in my heart.
I’m growing ever more lonely,
The lack of sound, penetrating me.
Sharp as knives,
It stings.
It burns.
Reminding me of who used to be there,
To fill the emptiness.
This emptiness so fierce.
Prolonged. Ever staying.
It’s in my soul.

I lost who I was.
I’m nothing more than a hollow shell.

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