Eerily Quiet. Deathly even.

It's too quiet here. Come closer. You can't hear me cry. Come closer, you can't see my dreams all die from where you're standing on your own. It's too quiet here. you promised- then, weeks later, when i fell you smiled maliciously and said "broken promises are the best kind" 'broken hearts hurt the worst' its too quiet here. i feel so cold- relief exists though. when i am cut. crippled anger, and tears that still drip sore, you aged me with misery and when our eyes meet, i know you don't see me. i feel alone here, and cold here. agony did not exist, until i was cut.