Silence

Silence.

as your words cut me like knives,

leaving wounds,

that will never heal,

my only answer,

is in silence.

Silence.

as your fist slams into my side,

leaving a bruise,

that will never show,

my only answer,

is in silence.

You use my silence,

take my words,

rip them to pieces,

break them down,

bit by bit,

until all that's left is...

Silence.

The End

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