Silent.
Quiet.
Mute.
Three words.
That's all they are, yet they touch you.
They affect you.
You relate to them because they describe you.
You, are silent.
You, are quiet.
You, are mute.
If that's real, then why can I hear every word you say, as clear as day?
Every whisper you manage to get out, I hear.
I can even hear your thoughts.
And from what I've heard, I can say, stop worrying.
You worry too much, overthinking every minor detail.
It doesn't matter.
No one else is looking at what you're looking at, stop focusing on its flaws.
Focus on the beauty.
On the carefree behaviour.
Stop mentally pointing out that they are sad, defeated, once again.
If they wanted you to know what they were feeling, they would tell you.
It isn't up to you to diagnose them.
It's not like you could anyway,
You aren't qualified, a professional.
You're a professional observer, you practice everyday.
All you do is observe.
Silently from the back corner of the room, That is.
Silently.
Quietly.
Muted.
Yep, still you.
It's like an endless cycle.
Sadness mixed with loneliness > people notice > friends pull out out of It (kind of) > you pretend to be okay (silently) > you actually become okay > you relapse because one minor thing happens, then the cycle starts over again.
Maybe that cycle isn't realistic, I know from fact that every relapse if different.
For God's God's, I hope you don't relapse the way I almost did. Don't do it, it isnt worth it. Trust me!
You know the pain you experienced everyday, don't put yourself through it again, please. I beg you, don't do it.
Please.
