How much longer
can we endure these
silences? They cut
like a knife right into
the heart of us.
I'm tired of the polite
hello when you walk
in the door. That kind
of hello says so much
more than you know.
I'm tired of the eyes
that won't look into mine
and I'm tired of feeling
guilty for smiling and
feeling happy when you
are around. Misery loves
company, but I am not
going to join you in your
slow descent. I can't.
I'm too afraid of losing
myself.


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