Depression and silence

Sometimes silence can really seem cruel, sometimes it can drive you crazy, sometimes it can force you to kill yourself, sometimes it can kill you.

Why there is this cruel silence

when dreams fall apart

and in ruins of youth

breaks a tearless heart.

 

Why there is this cruel silence

when longs the journey to tire

and to dance on the sounds of sincere love

aches the song of desire.

 

Why there is this cruel silence

when my heart listens to a distant whisper

in this deafening noise

though indistinguishable, yet more found

than my life, my pains and my poise.