The Chaos of Silence

I hate silence.
I'm not talking the annoying silence of dead radio air
Or the peaceful silence of a soft summer night.
Those are different than the silence I mean.

I  mean the silence of an unanswered phone call.
I'm talking about the silence of an unanswered text.
Or when you see that they've seen your message,
They've seen it and didn't respond.

That kind of silence drives me insane.
It makes my mind roll in chaos.
It leaves room for negative voices in my head to talk.
And they whisper the most horrible things.

That kind of silence let's doubt creep in.
It brings all my insecurities to the surface.
I can only compare it to what crack does to an addict.
It eats away at me.

I know everyone needs time to themselves.
I know sometimes people need a break from the world.
But is it so much to just ask for a simple response?
Just one line that says I'm okay, I'll talk to you later?

I'm sorry I'm so needy.
I'm sorry I'm so insecure.
I did warn you though.
I told you I'm broken.