Silence.
All around me.
It's horribly deafening.
I try to make pretend,
That I'm ok,
That I'm not crazy;
However,
It is a fun idea to play with.
After all,
Once you left,
I was no longer the me,
I had once known.
One could say I died,
If only just on the inside.
And the inside is what matters,
Right?
I miss you,
And this silence isn't helping.
It's too loud for me to think.
