I hate silence.

Silence makes you think, not overlook.

You see every scratch on her face, every chip in the wood for what it is.

Imperfection.

I am scared of my thoughts that the silence holds in it hands. Silence brings forth every, even the insignificant, thoughts that you pushed down in the basement next to the old photos and, well, happy memories. I am tired of laying in my room, cloaked by the dark of night, thinking. Just thinking.

Because thats what happens when the night light runs out. When everyone lies hushed asleep. Silence crawls in, grabs your darkest thoughts, and makes you see them clearer than any of the brightest lights could ever show you.

I can't try anymore

I sit in a salty blue sea of my own tears. I clench my fists and am blinded my the haze of anger. Frustration coarsing through every vein. My heart thumps so loud I cant hear my own thoughts. I was never good standing up to you. Every word I meant to say wouldnt come out and every word I never wanted you to hear escaped me. Im done trying to say what I mean. You stand on your hill and youve made up your mind about what i'll say before I uttered a word. Im done for now, but the fight is definately not over.