Silence

Some say silence is golden,
But to me, silence is killer.
I'm not sure why,
But I can't stand silence.
I can't sit it either.
Silence and I are mortal enemies.
It screams my name through what should be peace,
As for my thoughts, It makes them cease.
I stutter through speeches,
I blank out on tests.
I'm not asking for loud talking,
Just not so quiet, please.
It follows me home, too.
At night in my bed,
As I lie there,
Engulfed in it's quiet screaming and emptiness.
Silence and darkness make to big a foe.
I close my eyes,
But it makes no difference.
It's still too dark,
Still too....silent.
It tears at me,
Rips through my thoughts.
Tells me lies about the day,
"but I'm innocent!!!!!" I say.
But it doesn't matter.
"you'll never escape....you'll always be in the palm of my hand...." silence screams back.
Why does It torment me?
I'll never really know.
It's always been this way,
As long as I've known.
Always talked, listened to music,
Anything to be the filler
Of It.
All I know now
Is silence
Is killer.