...Because when I open up, I'm made to feel as if the things that bother me don't matter.
People belittle my emotional response when it's not beneficial to them and that's why I grow cold.
The pain is like winter as I fight the frostbite while bottling it all up.
No longer willing to speak.
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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒; 𝙹𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚉𝙰𝙰𝚃
PoetryJust some one chapter stories about silent thoughts screaming to be heard.