#silentpain

Jesus Understands the Silent Weight in Your Heart,

It collapses, stone by stone, in the light.

And I, a murderer, I walk the streets,

My hand on a cold gun, my heart in a dark well. I cannot give you a home, nor a future,

get away from me, I don't want you.

get away from me,

She laughs.

And the whole world seems lighter.

I don’t laugh with her.

I just watch,

from the corner I always stand in.

Not because I don’t want to talk—

but because

I don’t want to take

even a drop of comfort

away from her.

When she turns,

I look away.

Not because I’m shy.

But because I know

if I look too long,

I’ll fall—

and she won’t.

I let her smile at others.

I let her laugh with them.

Even when it feels

like a quiet knife inside me.

But I don’t say a word.

Not because I don’t feel it.

But because I don’t want her

to carry my pain.

She might think I’m cold.

But in my mind,

she’s the softest light

I never touch.

And I’m kinder to her

in my silence

than anyone else could ever be

A troca de olhares — rápida, mas tão intensa — rasgou meu peito em silêncio. Foi como se o tempo parasse por um segundo só nosso, embora o mundo ao redor continuasse girando alheio à dor que me consumia.

Meu coração, tolo e insistente, bateu mais forte… não de esperança, mas de saudade daquilo que nunca foi. Dói. Dói saber que nunca o terei. Que esse sentimento mora só em mim — um grito mudo que ecoa no vazio da impossibilidade.

Meu corpo, cúmplice do desejo, suplica por uma presença que não lhe pertence. E eu sigo aqui, entre o real e o sonho, amando em silêncio quem talvez nunca vai saber.

And honestly, emotional cheating hurts in a way that’s hard to explain. It’s that slow, sinking feeling in your chest when you realize they don’t need you the way they used to. When their thoughts, their dreams, their worries—things they once shared with you—are now being whispered to someone else. It makes you question everything. Were you ever enough? Were they ever really yours? And the worst part? They don’t think they’ve done anything wrong because “nothing happened.” But something did. Something changed.

The hardest part is how invisible it can be. There’s no proof, no clear line crossed, just a gut feeling that things aren’t the same. And when you try to talk about it, you sound crazy, like you’re making a big deal out of nothing. But deep down, you know what it feels like when someone starts pulling away. You feel it in the way they stop choosing you, day by day, moment by moment.

The hardest part of goodbye

is leaving what you loved against your will,

only to realize later