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Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Why?


Silence is so deafening…
When there is nothing that can be said
Lying in your bed at night
Holding your pillow tight
When nothing seems right
Despite the voices in your head
The most deafening is the silence…

No phone calls in the midnight hours
Seems like you lost all your power
Memories spiraling and you can’t get out
Everything is turned upside down without a doubt
Seems like your awake when your dreaming
Trying to figure out the meaning…

Whatever you thought was right is wrong
What you had is gone
And you can’t go on
In a sea of people you’re alone
All is left is the silence…

And as time goes by
every tear you shed
will answer your question
“Why”?!