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The static tells me enough

There is no need for the use of words

In the last few months merely 

silence has spoken volumes

Every rest and every wake is time wasted

Learning to be alone in itself has been difficult,

I can't say that it was a simple matter to supress it,

I'd get a feeling I'd need to express my thoughts, my ideas...

Though when I call,The static tells me enough.

They have all dropped me one by one

Not even leaving my dignity to be collected

I would try to think of them again,

but I would hear nothing in their chests except

the static that tells me enough.

I struggle and stumble to bring

back the memories but it becomes agonizing

torture if it stays, creating an unwelccoming air bringing if

Am I willing to continue to fall till the white of my bone,

decorated in torn flesh and dried blood shows itself, it's torment 

,or is this what our bond has become, a insignificant injury? 

A crevice which festers in emotionless turmoil,

What's wrong, is the static too loud now?

It doesn't matter, you wouldn't come anyway,

you wouldn't speak anyway

you're too scared to come back

because words have no use now

after all the static has said too much.