Tv

Sit up straight
The tv isn't silent just because you choose to ignore it
You still can't push that crimson red coat of pain off of you
It's still attached 
Forever there like that throbbing ache in your throat 
You rub your cheeks raw because the trails of salt burn you already
They are thirsty for more tears
Because somehow if your dam breaks then maybe the blood will dry
And you'll go home with scars instead of scabs
Maybe they won't fester up into screaming agony
Shoving visions of flesh tearing
Smiles breaking through the tear stained skin
Chubby red cheeks 
One lone dimple stabbed into your face
Just like yourself
Stabbed into the world 
Causing a scar that will never fade
You are silent
But you're not unlike the tv
The tv is just in your head
Static of a million voices saying you are something you're not
People make you silent because they choose to ignore you
Listen to the tv 
Then shut it off