I can’t explain what it is about the quiet that scares me,
Or why it sends chills down my spine
To know that someday the quiet is all we’ll know.
Maybe it’s because the worst
Always followed the quiet,
Sneaking in on its tail,
Ripping away false senses of comfort.
Perhaps it’s more,
Confusion of a heavier sort.
Within the quiet you’re faced with reality,
You become forced to realize
It’s less no one hearing you scream
But more like no one cares when you do.
It took me by surprise when you looked into my eyes.
I didn’t expect the whole world to disappear.
But I’m scared and lonely
And much to low for you to love.
So I scamper away to hide
In the sweet syrup at the bottom of the biggest bottle.
Every inch of my soul screams,
One day I hope you can see,
I believe I can pull myself up,
And maybe you can still love me.