This is my silence.

After all these years

Of fighting the fight

Instead of living my life

Of blazing my way

Instead of blindly following

Of facing myself

And not liking what I see

And killing myself to change

All those things

And not holding anyone accountable

For the help they gave

In breaking me down

While I tried

To build them up,

Of chance after chance

I offered

While staring at the backs of those

I offered it to…

This is my silence.

Because nothing more can be said

Than what I convey

Standing here

Still alive

Still breathing

Or when I turn and walk away.