An Empty Classroom

Stillness with movement, Silence but loud. Darkness and cold, enclosed but wide open. I remember my life as an empty classroom. Everyday was still and slow, but it passed fast and unexciting. I was alone in my pain, loud but unheard. I could not speak my feelings, for no one seemed to care. I cried myself to sleep at times, but no one believed my pains, so no one knew. I kept them to myself, thought negative but spoke positive. I remember my past again when things happen to trigger my memories, I get scared and I feel the pains again. Among the stillness, there was movement, Silence was deafening. The darkness was blinding, the wide open spaces were consricting. An empty classroom Allows one to think too much. Allows them to remember whatever they wanted to forever forget. Anyting they ever blocked out, comes sneaking, rushing, trickleing back in. Sometimes overwhelming, sometimes affecting only a little bit. But if there is someone there with you, the pain doesn't return as hard or as fast. It's not overwhelming or scary, because there is someone there to keep your mind occupied. Someone to hold you while you cry, to laugh with you and add in their sound and movement. Someone to sit with you in the empty classroom. In stillness,there comes movement, out of silence, there comes whispers. Darkness and cold, becomes light and warmth, wide open spaces become shared.