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The quiet of 

Loneliness is so loud 

I can hear it in the stream of my tears and the droplets hitting the ground 

I can hear my heavy breathe and the silent wheeze when the stars go to asleep 

I can hear my toes shift under the blankets when I can’t sleep 

The quiet of 

Loneliness is so loud 

I can hear my heart yearn for love 

I can hear the empty space beside my soul

I can hear the moon’s sobs for the sun 

The quiet of

Loneliness is so loud  

I can hear the echo of the eternal love that was made but never fulfilled 

I can hear the laughs of my parents thousands of miles away 

I can hear the pillow and blankets being packed away after sleepovers at my best friend’s 

The quiet of 

Loneliness is so loud 

I can hear the whisper of doubts of the false hope I live with 

I can hear the depression swirling in my bloodstream

I can hear my the voice at the back of my head telling me to get out of bed 

The quiet of 

Loneliness is so loud 

That if I did get out of bed I will hear nothing 

Nothing but thoughts of the in pain in my veins