At first I couldn't hear them
The voices that wouldn't stop
They were saying things
Things I didn't want to hear
But I thought if I could hear them
Those peoples, those voices
And if I could understand what they were saying
Mabey I would be happier
So I tried to listen
Listen to everything around me
Until finally I could hear them
At first their voices were a blur to me
Whispers that were no better than the silence
I blocked everything out
Everything in my mind was let out
So that I could listen, and mabey understand what they were saying
Then it happened
I heard them!
Finally I could no what the world was saying
While I was in an sheltered world
I saw no evil
I spoke no evil
And I heard no evil
No I could better understand the world
Then it hit me
They were laughing
They were mocking everything I was
I tried going to a friend
I was asking him what to do, and I told him everything
That was my worst mistake
He pretended to understand me
He promised to help me
He told me it was alright
I thought with those promises that I could get past the laughter
Past all the cruel words and jokes
In this light I saw much evil
I spoke some evil as well
And I heard every rotten thing people said
But I had a friend
So it was alright
So why?
Why did he do it
He didn't know I still heard everything
Mabey he thought I'd never hear his voice
I'd never pick him out of the crowd
But I did
I heard him laugh
Laughing words I didn't want to hear him say
He was telling all those cruel voices my words
The words I told to him
Searching for help
I wanted him to stop
But I couldn't do a thing about it
And then they were laughing at me in a new way
They were laughing at my problems directly
The words stung, and they didn't care
The seemed to enjoy watching me squirm at the sound of their words
I wish I could go back now
Before I got to curious
Before I trusted to easily
Before the laughter could be heard by my ears
I want to hear nothing
Nothing is better than them
Than those words and jokes that mock me
Mock every fiber of my being
Unwinding the thread that makes up my sanity
Until all that's left is a pile of loose strings and old knots
I wish I could have that silence back
The ignorance was bliss
And now I must face reality for what it truely is
A cold, dark, hate-filled pit of misery
And I'm stuck in the middle of the ditch
 Alatria · Tue Jan 02, 2007 @ 10:31pm · 0 Comments |
