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Silence is anything but a sign of weakness, and this is also not an achievement of maturation.
Why no one can feel my pain. They aren’t blind or deaf or am I speaking in a different language. Words are deceiving, either you’ll realize the essence of it or else it won’t make any. It is easy to brush off rather than to listen and understand. That’s why no one dares to accept the silence and see through their inner chaos.
Silence is anything but a sign of weakness, and this is also not an achievement of maturation. This is an act of saying fuck you all with both the middle finger raised high to the people around you as a salute. Most of the time, words are far from enough to express your emotions. Dried tears with the patches all over your eyes and lifeless body still breathing but it is as dead as a stone.
Let them be alone sunk into the depth of sorrow and misery lockup in the shell as seen by outsiders. Yet, no one looks into those dead eyes and whispers a magical word, are you ok. It’s obvious no one expects to understand the situation or your silence. Because there isn’t a word nor a strength to explain what’s going on. And, the only thing they see is the miserable situation so painful and…
