The Loudest Silence
My throat hurts, yet I haven’t screamed. I did it silently… no sound, just swallowed everything like I always do.
It burns in a way I can’t explain, like words scratching to get out but never quite making it past my lips. I’ve mastered the art of being quiet, of nodding, of pretending I’m okay even when my chest feels too tight to breathe properly.
People think silence means peace. But they don’t hear the noise inside my head… the constant echo of things I wish I could say, the things I almost said, the things I’ll probably never say.
It’s exhausting… holding in a scream that never comes out. Because where would it even go?
So it stays here. In my throat. In my chest. In the spaces between my breaths.
And somehow… I keep going like this.
