Speak the Unspoken

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Today you left.

After you promised less than a few days ago that you wouldn't.

For you even threatened you'd leave if I didn't speak the unspoken to you.
But I spoke the unspoken and you left.

Funny isn't it?

You installed a sense of fear in me, so you could hold me closer.
But then you pushed me away once you got close enough to look me in the eyes and saw the darkness that covered my mind.
And the emptiness in my heart.

God forbid that I wasn't perfect!

God forbid that my life isn't full of smiles but full of slamming doors, screams, crying "GET OUT" right before the last drop of family that could be determined by the blood splattered on the walls after they put a gun to their head and
shot.

nothing.

emptiness.

I was free falling through a tunnel of so much emotion, it was as if there was none at all.

But my story doesn't matter,

Taking a page from the book of my life won't help me, you, or anyone else understand how I managed to mess up the best thing I had in my life.

you.


~maddie

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