Getting Help

I want to tell you

How I’m feeling

But don’t want dependence

To weigh you down.

 

I want you to see

That I’m hurting.

It should be obvious

Without words.

 

I want to know

Why nobody is around

When I’m hurting the most

But I don’t want an audience

For my tears.

 

I want to be heard

But can’t help

Soldiering on in silence.

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Silence

Silence screams static into my ears

Every minimal sound

Is a bomb interrupting monotony.

Yearning for interactions with others

Even if they are not my own.

 

The dull glow of the silent television offers no comfort

The thumping music diminishes-

Not welcome at this time.

Visitors are welcome

But none come or go.

 

Right now, the only comfort

Comes from my own sanity.

But how much silence can I take?

How much silence can this room hold

Before it breaks?