I Live With Depression and Ptsd
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Silence
Silence is the sound
of nothingness, a
place to quietly sit
and decompress.
t'was once a welcomed
respite to a chaotic day.
where I could sort out
the noise of the world
try to make sense from
the senseless. a place
I could turn problems
into solutions.
the space in my mind
where I rested, refilled
courage and calm to
face the coming day.
oh but now; now the
whispers in my silence
echo a deafening sound.
it reverberates to the depths
of my jagged essence.
haunted by broken dreams
dancing their final waltz
on the way to the grave.
tortured by promises made.
promises intended to make
me feel safe, now take
pleasure in making sadistic
raids upon a weakened heart.
words that once lay
comfortable as a newborns'
smile, now cut through
my layers discarding
pieces of me like rotting
flesh to chum the seas.
I wait here in waves of
oceans blue, hoping
the nothingness of
silence devours
me soon!
