The Sounds of Silence

(I decided to type up this poem because I feel like absolute crap right now.  Never joke about feels, guys.)

If one were to feed their pain

to swallow their silence.

Then the hurt would only come again

only for their own disonance.

If one were to be called unforgiven

and only be feeling sorrow everyday.

Then the person would never be given

only for their doom by day.

If one were to scared of something

mostly themselves.

Then they couldn't be brave of anything

or people amongst themselves.

If one were wishing their demise

instead of the guide of their friends.

Then the consequences were in the eyes

of one meeting numerous ends.