Elucidating Questions

He doesn’t see how it hurts to be unseen, yet having never experienced being unseen he could not dream to understand how it feels.

He doesn’t believe that it hurts to sit on in silence day in and day out never hearing the conversation of another not remembering how to speak.

He can’t see how he’s tearing me apart with every word that he doesn’t say to me silence to the left silence to the right

There’s no middle there’s nothing here just the soundless sound of silence.

On the edge of this never ending nothing.

No matter how I beg, or hold my breath, or wish and hope and cry,

I wake up the day after.

There is no one by my side, no one calling, no one waiting, no one has heard or seen or cares.

And it continues.

I wish I could understand how it is so easy to throw out a person.