#there is a curse to being quiet

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acoustic relic
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there is a curse to being quiet.

when my heart becomes the only thing I can hear, while every other sense feels detached.
I succumb to the silence that i've known so well.
the silence I keep going back to.

when I'm shaking, taking every breath as if it was my last. crying anxiously because I don't want to be heard. because i don't believe anyone will help me. I succumb to silence.

when i'm in the dark, desprately trying to get myself together. get all the pieces of me before i drift into an impossible dream. when i'm being left with the thoughts that won't stop.
I succumb to silence.

"why would i leave when the silence is too comfortable to escape?"

what's the point in talking about my problems when no one i've told has ever helped me? if I can't help myself, how will anyone else?

only putting bandaids, that force me to hide myself like i'm not even there.

I may not always be alone, but the feeling is too familiar to forget..

strange sluice
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I really like the convsersational tone in this poem, gives it a confessional, honest quality

only putting bandaids, that force me to hide myself like i'm not even there.
This is really good imagery because bandaids can only heal shallow, surface level wounds, but the rest of your poem implies the hurt from being quiet is much more severe

succumb to silence
alliteration is very catchy
repetition of this show how the poet is entraped into silence

Also sorry you're feeling down, i hope writing this helped you a bit :)

you're welcome to talk to me if you need it

torpid ginkgo