Alisha S.'s poem is about being hurt by someone and then left alone with the damage. The speaker keeps returning to the line "It's too quiet here," as if no one is listening. She invites someone to "come closer," yet insists they still can't hear her cry or see her dreams die. The distance between them seems to be more emotional than physical.
The poem suggests a promise was made and broken, and that the other person responded to her fall with cruelty, smiling and calling broken promises "the best kind." The speaker feels cold, aged by misery, and unseen even when their eyes meet. Her anger is "crippled," her tears still sting. The strangest moment is the idea of relief in being cut, which hints at self-harm, or at least at pain becoming a way to feel something. The mood is bleak, hushed, and lonely, and the repeated quiet makes it feel like the speaker is trapped inside it.