Silence Hurts. Writing Prompt week 5
Something didn’t feel right in my soul for YEARS. Every time I looked at him it was off and I noticed he didn’t make eye contact with me. He was getting sick all the time because the rest of his body couldn’t ignore it like his brain did.
I hated myself for being silent, but my mind could not deal with the pain that was going to be released when I opened my mouth so I kept it shut. I thought tiny cuts every day would be less painful than the gaping wound of a harsh stab.....
I was wrong. Bleeding out slowly was much worse. The tiny cuts were everywhere and the salt poured in those wounds meant there was no OK anywhere. I hated myself for wasting my time, for not dreaming, for losing hope, for letting him steal my joy, my money, my time, my light. I hated myself and I just wanted to die.
The Mandatory positive is that I don’t anymore.


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