I’m suffering in silence
Really, I don’t wanna be silent because my mind is plotting violence in the form of riots against a tyrant called love who seems to have a bias
But instead, I suffer in silence
Because what can I say when every day love is on a vacay from the place in my heart that decays from dismay when it’s away
Making me suffer in silence
I feel so stupid like I’m clueless, but I knew this because I’ve been through this to-do list of how you first blew it and why you’re useless
So I suffer in silence
All the while thinking why, when I can see you shine in other’s lives instead of mine, where time after time it’s like you’re designed to leave me behind
To suffer in silence
But I don’t understand because I supply what you demand, from my heart to your hands, your smile is my plan but alone I still stand a single man
Still, suffering in silence
Nursing a fresh bruise from you with ice and booze since no matter what I do to prove I’m true, I lose and am never the one you choose
Except to suffer in silence
So should I accept love’s neglect and expect to be a reject, knowing happiness as a jest since I’m never next for the best of love’s success?
Or keep suffering in silence?
From this infectious disease that brings you to your knees, charging emotional fees and ignoring the pleas of your need to finally be free
And not suffer in silence
Maybe I’m meant to be alone in a zone all my own where safety is known as a home, otherwise I should just own and condone
Suffering in silence
Rodney Fenner
DOC #1436377
