Baylee M. Davis

I miss crying
Without shame.

I miss living
Without regret.

I miss wearing clothes
Without insecurity.

The little girl I used to be
Would be disappointed in me.

The sound of silence is a line of scars on her wrist.
It's a chance left untaken,
A love that never exists.

The sound of silence is a hallucination of joy and hope.
It's a girl with intrusive thoughts,
Laughing to help herself cope.

The sound of silence has a great appearance,
It gives the illusion of peace.
But inner turmoil is toiling inside,
While the girl is praying for it to cease.

My life is falling apart,
Can't get rid of this fragile heart,
Headache from all the tears,
Restless sleep, thinking about fears.
No more happiness,
No more tears left to cry,
Good memories, say goodbye.
Broken love, broken hope,
My fragile heart doesn't know how to cope.

People want me to be different,
not the way I want to be,

People want me to be different,
but that's not the real me!

Don't listen to them;
don't take heed to what they say,

Be the way God wants you to be;
be yourself today!