I could probably stay silent forever. And it's not even because I won't ever get lonely.
I sometimes think about the people I know. I think about them, but I don't drop a line. Not a word, not a peep. It's not because I don't remember them, or wonder how they are. It just got extremely easy to not say anything at all.
Thoughts are painful. Memories are painful. What I've committed to paper, I've burned. Sometimes I wish I didn't because it just got harder to write anything at all.
Words unheard. You only have to look at the person you're talking to and wonder why you even had to start in the first place. I learned. I learned fast. And my world grew quieter.
Most days it doesn't bother me. But some days I know better. I bought myself a new lease on this blog's life hoping I could finally do something about it. Force myself to say something. Even just for myself.
I sometimes think about the people I know. I think about them, but I don't drop a line. Not a word, not a peep. It's not because I don't remember them, or wonder how they are. It just got extremely easy to not say anything at all.
Thoughts are painful. Memories are painful. What I've committed to paper, I've burned. Sometimes I wish I didn't because it just got harder to write anything at all.
Words unheard. You only have to look at the person you're talking to and wonder why you even had to start in the first place. I learned. I learned fast. And my world grew quieter.
Most days it doesn't bother me. But some days I know better. I bought myself a new lease on this blog's life hoping I could finally do something about it. Force myself to say something. Even just for myself.
