If silence had a scent, it would smell like a freshly washed hoodie and salty tears.

It is in the silence, in my solitude, where I finally let the walls down.

It is where I finally let myself feel the emotions.

Tears will streak down my face, and yet I don’t make a sound, because I can’t let anybody know I feel this way.

I pull the hoodie over myself, as a blanket, and a cover.

You did this, but you will never know,

Because it is only in the silence,

When my emotions are shown.