Silence (Poem)

I'm a disconnected, tangled mass of thoughts
with no way of unravelling them.

I tried burying them in ink,
but the words only bled spiraling graffiti
twisting round and round
until the hole in the paper matched my heart

I tried searching for suitable reasons,
but answers can never excuse facts
disappointment dragged down every letter
as the line between my memory and reality blurred.

You aren't who you said you were.
(it is difficult when you discover
you've been living in your imagination all along)

So silence is my new best friend,
there are far too many words that should never have escaped my fingers,
for the truth has left its bitter taste on my tongue,
a reminder of illusions and facades.