as loud as your silence
that's when it hit me, like a mental punch. those words written, but never spoken. I should have seen it comming. but I was too scared to see, so I just closed my eyes, with hope that your voice or even your touch would force me to re-open them again. but it never happend. and it never will, I guess. If only you knew how bad I wished for it to happen. for you to say those words you once wrote. or maybe what I wanted was for you to say nothing at all. because in the end, all those words you said, were said too much. and this silence hurts, you know? it hurts, even if it's just a little bit. it's not like someone stabbed me or anyhting. this is another kind of pain. not physical at all. because there is nothing physical about it anymore. why am I writting this? words written, but that will never be spoken. why am I acting just like the way you did? couldn't you have warned me? because I wasn't ready for this asylum. holy fuck, how could I be so naive? once you said "he who reads, but doesn't coment. he who knows your state of mind, but doesn't care" so tell me. do you read and coment? now that you know my state of mind, do YOU care? and no, this is not a case of "you'll miss me when I'm gone". because I'm already gone and as far as I know, you still don't miss me.