Words are Knives

Silent

I'm laughing, smiling
Playing, posting
Happy as a mayfly,
Yet just as ready to die,
As deep down, I chant the phrase:
Silent as her grave

I'm shredding, sobbing
Tearing, ripping
My battered heart
Piece from piece, apart
And deep down, I chant the phrase:
Silent as a grave

I'm cutting, breaking
Slicing, shaking
Destroying my life,
Somehow, 'staying alive'
Yet deep down, I chant the phrase:
Silent as the grave

I'm 'just crying' (lying),
I'm 'just leaving' (dying),
I'm 'just jumping' (higher),
And my mind is on fire,
As I finally become the phrase:
Silent, as my grave