Silence.
I've gotten used to the silence.
The unspoken words wanting to break free from my vocal cords.
The constant ringing in my ears louder than before.
The darkness of my room.
The sad silence drifting in the air.
The guilt flooding my body.
The need to go back and fix everything i've messed up.
The need to break free from this shell of sorrow.
The occasional sound of the clock in the living room going off every hour.
The shadows that dance in the corners of my room.
The shadows that dip through the walls of my house.
The ghost of my brother lingering.
His empty room.
Untouched bed.
Untouched closet.
Everything untouched and waiting for him to come back.
The soft cries in the bathroom from that night lingers.
The darkness that I sat in.
Music blaring from my headphones.
The cries I heard escape my mouth.
The cries I wish the music covered.
My stuffed bunny wet with tears that dripped onto it.
The silence I endured after the cries had stopped.
The silence I tried to cover but it never went away.
It still lingers in my room.
Still lingers in the bathroom.
The cuts I wish hadn't scarred.
The constant reminder of them when I get cold.
