Your silence is deafening,
more traumatic than any storm.
I just want to understand you,
because you never could.
Don't you see that I care about you,
I always told you I would.
Now I'm in a similar darkness,
without the madness that is now reality.
I hear my own voice condemning and pushing,
just make myself yet another fatality.
Let me in once again,
clean your wounds if you will let me.
Help make this darkness end,
perhaps we can both be happy
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