The silence is getting loud.
It is all that surrounds me.
The wave of thunder is creeping up.
The noise is getting louder, and it will not stop.
I am lost in the sea, and no longer looking to survive.
All I have is not all I can give.
The noise is filling my head and it is no longer silence.
I hear the cries for help.
The moans of worthlessness.
The struggle to just make it until today.
The rumbles that no longer make you think.
What is happening is this me?
Yesterday never came, and today is still the same.
This is all me, and that is all I can hear.
Will this all die down?
Is this the storm that I have been chasing?
The one that made me start running.
The one where I no longer belong.
Where the hurt lives in the pain of quiet.
The noise is starting to become too familiar.
It is starting to make me feel at home.