Marking the Silence

There’s an itch underneath my tongue
An itch to bite, an itch to shout
Everyone else can sing their song
And yet, I am filled with doubt
There’s a party on downstairs
I can taste it with my eyes closed
Nobody else actually cares
When I tell them what my tongue told
Me – in the dark
I try to be quiet, be cold
Every sentence leaves a mark
On the silence of the world
It’s hard to escape people
They touch bodies and invade minds
Not knowing when to kiss or kill
Never knowing what you’ll find
There’s a lot that makes me scared
Makes me close my eyes and sleep
Still – I try to be prepared
For what awaits in the deep
I try so hard to be courageous
Try and fight my way through
But I’m not the one to trust
I no longer control what I do
Sitting here – alone for hours
But don’t worry – I’m not lonely
All this emptiness could be ours
If only you’d stay behind with me
Upstairs – the doors are upset
Downstairs – no one understands
If I pretend then I might forget
Hide the problems beneath my hands