cfq

so many screams
tucked in the bank
you ask me if i want to be here,
basically alone
and i say yes,
because i dont want to cry in front of you

what whispers, so soft, i yearn
i lean close, enough for you to smell me,
and want to sigh deeply,
unable to grasp the meaning
while i, unable to speak,
sit in silence
a useless voice,
yet another
used up, pointless
stupid

im growing more used to this
back to square one
useless and voiceless
it's better this way

which is better
to know or to guess
my heart is broken
and no one had it in the first place
just emptiness all over
but deepest where it's been stolen