Silence

the Silence frightens me.
I want it to stop.
I want to scream out, I want to hit and tear and break things.
but I can't.
I cry, dull, gasping sobs and their sounds fill the Silence. This is a noise worse than the quiet.
This noise reminds me of everything in the world that is wrong. Every reason why I cry.
I stop, and the Silence returns.
Haunting me.
the Silence knows that I hate it. It knows that when it is here, I'm scared.
And it likes it.
I'm all alone.
Isolated.
Nothing here to comfort me but the echoing Silence.
and all it does is stare at me.
Taunting me.
As if to say,
"I will follow you wherever you go. Wherever you hide.
I am a part of you.
And your screams will drown in the
expansive quiet of my Silence."