What should I start off with this poem. Shall it inspire, or make you cave In. I think you should of started the poem with goodbye when we first talked. Goodbye, and then I'll be dangling confused. How do you live your life so close to the edge yet so far away from the crack. Goodbye? Is it a joke? Shouldn't I be laughing? I'm staring at your text and staring at my mirror with pondering thoughts to fight off this awful silence. I want to be the person you love. I wanted to be you? No that's, that's way to much. You're way to much. You're a human to. But you're confusing all over the place I hate it. I hate silence it kills. It kills. Men hate silence. Woman love it typical. Let me in and we can talk. Goodbye? Shouldn't you had warned me. Don't say I love you cause I know you do but do I? Good bye.. Or maybe I should have rephrased my words to make you stay. The words that you say seem sarcastically real. But silence keeps the conversation going all day. "We didn't talk?" Yes we did. The- "No, we didn't.. You didn't talk to me for 7 weeks" Silence speaks for me, and studying my heart won't do any good. 7 weeks going on 14 years. Words I can't get out of my mouth beat the air out of my chest. Leaving me bruised with pride. Hi, should have been the end of the conversation. Silence has passed and I spoke. And you mistook my words for advantage of me. But if 7 had one 14 would have 4 because I'm 14 and your 17.. Even when I pleaded no, repeatedly. I kept guilt. I should've killed my flesh. But even when it's your fault it feels like my own. You took the hand off me once you were done using me for your pleasure. I carry your guilt with me everywhere. Hi should of been a warning.