Silence… its so loud, it hurts.. my entire being aches from the blasts.

I cant focus, my emotions are in a pit and i feel lost.

Nothing seems to mean anything and everything is pointless.

How can you run when the enemy is always there, a shell you cant escape?

The only escape is to drown the enemy, get high. Bottles, pills, cigarettes.

I hate… silence. I don’t talk much but I love to listen, when i do speak i hope to be heard, even if it seems stupid.

I have the world on my shoulders, i carry it with a smile to bury my dying insides.

Have you ever been trapped in silence? No one hears or sees you? Dying..

That’s my life, unknown, forgotten black sheep of the outcasts.

Why do I write this?… because I cant keep it in and remain in manifestation.

What is silence, it is the echo of your existence in a life of futility where it all just seems pointless, you want to be so much more but you just cant, you try but it all falls apart in ash before your eyes, you reach out and all the arms reaching back just takes what you have and vanish. No hugs, no love, no heart, no empathy, no understanding, no one to rely on when you are weak but like a demon given heavenly wings, you still stand by everyone, you are always there.. but who is there for you… are your weakest, who sheds a tear for you?… all you are left in when everyone goes home… is………………… silence (echoing emptiness).

I just hopes this helps someone out there, know that you are never alone even when your alone and the enemy is always on your heels, i’m here to say… its okay to cry, its okay to break, its okay to hurt, its okay to be you, its okay to be sad, its okay to hate the hate and love again… will it mean anything, maybe not… but that’s okay too, and you are never the only one.

Love from Rodric J. Montique