Raise me in silence,
I can never escape the thoughts in my head,
I will fill my life with music and mindless noise,
anything to escape the weighted silence.
Maybe I should enjoy the lack of noise,
But all I can hear are the whispers
of things even I do not understand,
but struggle to unravel.
The thoughts come out,
As much as I try to stifle them,
They come out as words with no aim
to please anyone but themselves.
If they are on paper,
Would that make them have that much more meaning?
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