I Heard the Silence
Did you see the gun in my hand? I held it to my head.
My hands were shaking, my breath was short, and I pulled the trigger back a little
Not enough for the hammer to hit, but to feel adrenaline.
For all the times I've been put down, hit, belittled.
For every time I've been told I was wrong
I will never amount to anything, but oh you can do everything
For every time I've been called a bitch, selfish, a monster
Every time no one came when I cried, when I pleaded for help
I begged you, over and over and over
I begged and begged, sobbed. Cried.
But now I don't cry. Instead, I occupy.
I occupy my mind with every thought I can manage.
"You selfish bitch"
"You piece of shit"
Another hit, another scream.
But that I can handle. They don't know the half of it.
You don't care, even when you know.
No one does.
And so I put that gun to my head, pulled the trigger back.
Not far enough for the hammer to hit, but enough to feel the adrenaline.
Enough to feel anything at all.